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Ten

My first day at University wasn’t all that bad. My locker was next to a kid named Logan. I learned pretty quickly that Logan Kristoferssen was also on the hockey team and that he was in the majority of my classes.

He was good people.

Most of the kids here were pretty open to the new kid, the guy who was expected to be the star athlete on the hockey team because of the numbers he was bringing with him, but also his upbringing. But what else made this move not terribly bad was most of these kids had money of their own.

Not that rich kids among rich kids didn’t have its share of problems, but I wasn’t getting side-eyes simply because of who I was or what family I was born into.

For the first time in my life, I entered through a set of doors and was simply Porter Prescott. It made my desires earlier this year to prove who I was seem almost silly.

I was finally that ‘Porter Prescott. Period’ I strived to be.

I didn’t have to pull down my siblings’ accomplishments to define myself, but I also didn’t have to defend who my family was.

I didn’t have to prove my worth in the same sense that I did at East.

Now I just had to prove I was as good as Coach Max told the team I was.

That I was worth all the talk.

And surprisingly, in the meantime I found myself fully enjoying myself.

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