I didn't ever believe everyone that said you'll grow apart from your high school friends once you get to college. It could never happen, my inner monologue kept repeating, we're almost all going to the same school, we'll always stay tight knit. And here I am, not even home a week, and already yearning to go back to Auburn, to go back to the people I've met there, the people who lit the spark in my soul. I adore everything about Fairhope, except who it turns me into. I feel myself retreating into my shell, into my uncomfortable state, back to everything I thought I shed behind. And maybe I did, just left all my dead skin, all my old self, here.