A late start

Mace was always early, mostly so he could exactly the seat he wanted... the back. That way, he could be first out and avoid people. It wasn't that he was a slacker, much the opposite. He was shy and he knew it. He had had to work extra hard to get here, spending two years at a minor college showing he had the right stuff to qualify for a major university. And he'd done it... he was here.

He sat back and watched the other students roll in, phone out, conversations chattering away, clueless to his existence as usual...

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