Chapter 1
Shane Sanderson massaged his right temple with his index and middle fingers while he tried to make sense of Intro to Economics. His eyes started blurring whenever “micro” and “macro” were used in the same long-winded sentence. His wooden chair was uncomfortable and it was cold in his dorm room. The mid-December snow covered the trees outside, giving Shane a claustrophobic feeling. He considered closing the blinds, but that would only make him feel even more shut in.
“Econ that bad?” Devon joked from his side of the room. He lounged on his twin bed, a thin paperback clutched in his hands.
“Huh?”
“You look like you’re going to shoot yourself in the head, buddy,” Devon pointed out. He set his book down and leaned up on bony elbows.
Shane’s eyes rolled to the right and he realiz
