So for two years she kept to herself. The SOYA wasn’t exactly the perfect place to make friends.

So she got used to not talking to anyone.

But though the days went by slowly, weeks slower, months the slowest, years extremely long, they still went by.

Even though everything had been so slow, it was before she knew it when she was seventeen. She couldn’t stay there anymore.

She needed to go get a job, be in the real world.

And that scared her, because, really, what did she know about the real world?

The only glimpses of it were from her friends, and all they showed her was that the real world contained boys. And she hadn’t gotten a letter in two years!

So she’d wondered around for a bit, nowhere to go.

And then, one day, she walked into a coffee shop. It wasn’t much, kind of small, but she needed some warmth.

So imagine her surprise when a multicolored girl looked at her grey clothes and shouted out (louder than June would have thought possible from such a small girl), “SVEN!”