[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A5E0B9]W H I T N E Y  C A R T E R:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Monday, August 21[SUP]ST[/SUP] - 9:57 PM | Corsair Cove[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Whitney hadn't expected to get dragged to a party on her first day in college, but she wasn't [i]totally[/i] dreading it. On the one hand, the beach, or rather in this case Corsair Cove, was beautiful. California had one thing going for it, it produced some of the best beaches. And with good beaches there came good photos.

However, as she set foot on the beach, she saw the wild shenanigans of her fellow youth. Alcohol was surely being served based on the antics. She wasn't against drinking. Far from it, she enjoyed a drink here or there, but she never wanted to be drunk. Losing your inhibitions worried her and she saw too many girls get taken advantage of in those situations. She wasn't going to be a news story.

Madison had come with her and asked (rather forced) her to wear a bathing suit. She opted for just her blue bikini top and some khaki shorts along with her flip flops. Madison decided to go all out and wear the skimpiest piece she could find. She had the body for it, of course. Promptly upon getting to the beach, Madison ditched her to go hang out with her friends. They were a part of some fraternity known around the campus. She didn't have much time or energy to focus on that. Frats were stupid. Sororities were stupid. The point of school was to get an education, grow as a person, and go into the world a more confident person able to do the job set out in front of them. You didn't need to have wild benders every weekend or haze you're fellow classmates by making them streak or see if they could steal girl's panties.

She leaned up against a rock and watched the scene. She was used to being in the background. Madison was the only person here she knew and she didn't know if they were friends or not. Madison seemed nice enough, but she wondered if that was fake sincerity or if she really did want to get to know her. She would have to see.

Soon, some guy walked up and stood near her. She wondered if he would try to hit on her. He was cute enough if you went for the good ol' American Quarterback jock type. Something about him seemed different though. She was sure she saw him pushing the kid in the wheelchair on the beach. That had to be hard and it was a nice thing to do, so rather than ignore him and brush him off, she decided to respond. [color=A5E0B9]"You got that right. It's the first day, why are we already partying when we have four years of this place? Surely there are better things to do, like prepare for classes or relax before the eventual chaos. I digress. Whitney,"[/color] she introduced herself and stuck her hand out.