Presley Qiaodi is a reserved 17-year-old boy of Asian descent and his best friend and now roommate Mitchum Charles who is African American since the first day of high school moved to attend college in H.I.D.C.A city. Including being the name of the city and College, HIDCA has a darker meaning in slang by the locals which the two only realize the hard way.

So though the college itself is a technological advancement and a known safe place for students human problems still exist. The city isn't all fun and games and precautions need to be taken. The underside of crimes that happen every day is easily overlooked by others but mixed in with teen drama wouldn't blend well. Even though Presley seeks to avoid getting involved, he may find it harder to do so because of those around him and the direct linkage to those at his school which is supposed to be their safe space.

How Presley copes with city life through his experiences he never talks about may be just what it takes for him and his friend to survive their college experience.

Presley

Presley didn't overreact. He kneeled beside me with his hand on my shoulder as he told me to focus on his voice and what I could see around me. The biggest help was how he told me to control my breathing. This feeling like I would run out of air and stop breathing was all so terrifyingly new to me. 


But Presley was so calm through it all and kept repeating it to me. It was like he knew just what to do. I tried my best to do what he said but everything felt confusing. It was simple instructions but I struggled still. I tried to focus on his voice as he patted my shoulder and in time I began to calm down. That was when Alejandra came out and saw me on my knees with Presley now helping me stand back up. They were speaking to each other but I still felt a bit dazed so what they were saying didn't make much sense. 


Alejandra: Hey I thought I heard your voice- oh um what's happening? Is she sick? 


Chapter 28- Quick Fix