There is a feeling allotted to those who have not seen trouble. It is called peace. I was at the library for a group project. I got a hot chocolate because I was early. I asked for extra marshmallows. They were melting perfectly in my cup when my group came and we began our assignment. The hours went by quickly and it was getting late. I didn't realize it was dark until I walked outside to wait for the bus. I decided to walk because it was so nice. I threw away my cup and walked up the hill. I remember standing there and deciding whether to wait or walk. There was freedom in that. There was peace in that. I was ready for dinner and to see my friends back at the dorm. I was open, open to things that could happen. And then she called and told me.