As Amelie rounded the corner munching on the last of her breakfast biscuits she could see a commotion happening near the college gates. Ugh, damn jocks again. She could see a few others had gotten involved so there was no point in her getting caught up too, too many people would just confuse the situation. Amelie sat on the steps by the front entrance, enjoying the morning sunshine and wishing she’d remembered to pick up her ipod; the jocks and their victims were making such a racket. It was Amelie’s first year at college (she took a gap year before) and she didn’t plan on getting into any fights already. She hoped she’d make some friends, but it wasn’t a definite part of her plan.