Going Solo: Gen 2.4: Kerri

After semester break, it was hard to go back to living in the dorms. I had forgotten how much I missed my old bed, and the quiet. Mom and Lenny hadn't set a date yet, she wanted to wait until I finished my last term at university so I could help her plan things. Sadly I didn't see Boyd much on break. We talked some, but his mom kept him 'busy'.

I was a Fine Arts major, but that didn't stop me from wanting to learn other subjects. The science machine was an interesting contraption, and I played around with it when I could as well as continuing to search the galaxy.

The universe was so big and there was so much unknown about it. On the fun side, I also started to dabble in street art. It wasn't as interesting to me as painting, but the self expression side of it, made me want to try.

I arrived before Shasha did, but she called me as soon as she got back to campus. I met her over at the university coffee house.

She was really REALLY happy to see me again. We went in to have a cup of coffee and the barista told us they had installed a new photobooth upstairs. We started out just taking pictures, but like I said, she really missed me, and I missed her too! She knew about Boyd, so at least I wasn't 'cheating' on two people. But I didn't see what Shasha and I did as cheating anyway. It was more about experimenting with life. Yeah that was it, not cheating at all...but why did I still feel so guilty about doing it?

With this being my final semester, I really wanted to make sure I didn't let my grades drop.

Sadly I had the same boring professor, but I was hoping the new material would be enough to keep my interest. My roomies, lost that will to keep things clean so I was back to dealing with living with slobs.

And idiots.

Boyd sent me a gift with a card saying how sorry he was for not getting to see me while I was home.

His mom was pushing for him to put the needs of the family first, and he wasn't ready for that yet. When I called him to thank him, I tried to find out what he meant by that, but he was very vague saying it was nothing to worry about.

Shasha and I had one class together. I had room in my schedule for a technology class and that was her major. We again were study buddies, and then some.

Before I knew it finals were upon us again. I passed with a perfect GPA.

Graduation day came. I had made it, I was a college graduate.

 The first in my family. Everyone came, and I was surprised that Boyd showed up. He hadn't said he was coming, but mom said she told him not to tell me. It was great to have everyone there to share in my success.
 

Move out day came. Shasha was taking a few extra courses to go for her master's degree.

We promised to keep in touch. I would miss her, she had been a great friend. I knew that friendship would continue and we even made plans to visit each other.

I packed up my few belongings, and headed home.

**A/N--whew!!! I didn't think I'd ever get through those two weeks at Uni. It really is a repeat of things so not very interesting game play. But on the upside Kerri now has 1 degree down, 2 more to go!!! Can't wait to get her home and see how far all her paintings get her in her career. She has about 5 large ones in her inventory.**

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Going Solo: Gen 2.3-Kerri

Classes were going well. My favorite was when we got to get out of the class and sketch nature. The fresh air was great, and not listening to boring lectures was a definite bonus. I found that studying at the comic book store was actually quieter than my dorm room. I had tried the library, but got interrupted too often with people wanting pictures. The 'geeks' at the comic book store could care less about my 'celebrity' status.

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Going Solo: Gen. 2.2-Kerri

I was enjoying college life. I was still getting stares and people would take pictures, but I had gotten better at ignoring it. Although I was there to learn, I also wanted to experience all college had to offer, so that meant accepting a few of those party invites that came my way almost instantly. Since I was pursuing a fine arts degree, I spent some of my free time still painting, plus it helped to relax me as well.

My dorm sadly was far away from all of my classes (really bad planning on my part) so I was going to really be in shape from all the walking, well mostly running since I always failed to leave on time. I hadn't really made any friends because I was suspicious that they only hoped to get stuff from my mom, pictures and such. I'd already been approached by one girl named Tiffany.

When Shasha came up to me after class, I was expecting the same thing, but she wanted to compliment me on the assignment. We started talking about the professor, and the basic crap he had us painting to 'hone' our skills.

We started hanging out after that, helping each other with assignments and just having fun. We'd been hanging out for a few months when she shocked me one day. She was getting ready to head back to her house after a study session and she kissed me.

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Going Solo: Gen 2.1-Kerri

Now that mom and Lenny were engaged, the 'spark' seemed to return to their relationship. Not that it ever really left, but, well let's just say it didn't matter that our house wasn't small. Too keep my mind off what they were doing, I texted Boyd often. He would come by after work and keep me 'company'. I liked being with Boyd.

He was a total opposite of me, he was more the loner bad-boy type and I was your straight laced bookworm. But we got along. He even talked me into going to clubs, I wasn't really of age, but with his encouragement, I used the fame of being Ansley Gruber's daughter to get in without ID checks.

We didn't, or I didn't drink, much but it was fun to dance and hang out. Boyd was a little bummed with me leaving for Uni soon, but we spent my last day together. He was worried I'd find some brainy guy that enjoyed the same things and forget about him.

I assured him that wouldn't be the case. I liked that he and I were different, it made life more interesting. I just wished his mom liked me.

The next morning I packed my bags and headed out to the shuttle. Mom wanted to drive me, but I didn't want to arrive in a limo. I wanted my experience to be about me, not who my mother was. It was the same reason I opted to stay in the dorms instead of renting a private house.

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