"C'mon kiddo, get out."

"No."

A greying man leant against the side of the car with a crumpled cigarette hung lazily between his fingers. Sat in the passenger seat was Abigail Chadling, a lanky blonde woman with her arms folded stubbornly over her seatbelt as she glowered at the dashboard. The older man sighed, "Abi for god's sake..." as he leant down and knocked on the window a couple of times to give the girl a deadpan stare. "We've been through this. Home for Christmas, it's only a couple months. Now stop being a little bitch," he unlocked the door and pulled it open with one fluid movement, "And get the fuck out of my car."

Abigail whined "But dad, I-" and cut herself off at the look on his face. She started working on the seatbelt, her tone of voice low and bitter as she asked "What if they don't let me out at Christmas?" Her father perked a brow and let loose a husky chuckle. Abigail straightened out her clothes and went to grab her bags.

"You'll be home for Christmas anyway. Don't get caught?" Abigail's father helped her with her bags but Abigail insistently grabbed them all, far too many for a girl of her stature to be able to carry them. Her father's smile faded. "...Want me to walk you in?" Abigail stared at him and then shook her head, biting her lower lip.

"I wouldn't want you to leave if you did," she admitted sourly. Her father brought her into a one-armed hug as he flicked the cigarette butt away and rested his chin on the top of her head, sighing. A quick kiss on her forehead and a friendly hair ruffle as Abigail whispered "Bye" before he climbed into the car and started the engine. Abigail shifted all her bags to balance on her shoulder - again, something that should be physically impossible - as she wiped at her face with her free hand. She didn't look back. She wandered the worn cobblestone path alone and by the time she reached the campus, Abigail had regained her composure and looked up at the building with contempt. "Alright you sons of bitches..." She made a loud hacking noise as she mustered up as much mucus from her throat as she could gather and spat on the steps. "...You wanted Abigail Chadling? You're gonna fucking get Abigail motherfuckin' Chadling."

"Move it, kiddies!" hollered Abigail as she wandered in with at least 5 bags and suitcases in her arms. Her head poked out of the side, bright blue eyes scanning the roommate list with scrutiny. "Any of you called Saranja or Owen?...No? Fine." She huffed and spun around wither her suitcases, beginning to climb the stairs on her own. The corridors were long and broke off into many pathways, pathways which Abigail would have to eventually memorise if she had a hope in hell of getting around easily. There was a group of students all crowded around one door and almost, ALMOST blocking the corridor. Knowing that she couldn't hope to get the heap of bags past all of these people she just hurled them over their heads, listening to the clatter and thud of her precious belongings hitting the floor. She stared down the group with open, unabashed hostility; especially the girl with the funny legs. "Centaur, huh?" she said casually. "My dad fucked a horse too. You dipshits know how to use a door or are you just gonna take up all the room out here?"

Abigail didn't even wait for an answer. She scooped up her suitcase, then the other with one hand and the other and the other until she was carrying all of them in one arm. "See you in class," she muttered coldly as she went to her room, kicked open the door, picked a bed and immediately started to claim space with her stuff. Mainly clothes but also several books, a battered house plant and all sorts of electrical appliances like hairdryers and phone chargers and an iron and god knows what else. It looked like she packed for a long stay.