It’s not because of the Beast. It’s because Lot C is in the
very back of campus, way too far from Everything of Importance. You’d have to
walk a quarter mile before you reached anywhere that sells coffee, almost a
mile to the library. The nearest structure is a low sprawl of administrative
buildings, but even they don’t park in Lot C after dark. They come to work early,
and leave before sunset.
It was a bitch to get my meal card replaced when I’d lost it.
They kept shutting down that stretch of slumped old admin offices before I’d
finished with my afternoon Physics Lab. My lab partner would laugh at me.
“You’ll have to eat out of the trash again. Poor Moonie.
Soon enough you’ll turn into a raccoon,” she would coo at me, an unattractive
smirk wrinkling her nose.
I didn’t like the way she said it. I didn’t like a lot of
things she said. Sometimes I felt like she wished bad things to happen to me,
just so she could snicker at my misfortune. I think it was her smile that did
it. Whenever she smiled, I got the feeling she knew something that I didn’t.
She liked it that way.
I didn’t mind it too much. The one thing she didn’t know was