Strike Four: Dorm Life and Hidden Scars

The weight of the college buildings pressed down on you, a physical manifestation of your fear for the coming year. You scanned the imposing structures, feeling small and vulnerable.

Your oldest brother, Sebastian, stood beside you, holding your bags. "Ready?" His contagious smile was a familiar comfort.

Christian, the family comedian, chuckled, "I'll help you set up room, as long as your roommates are there!"

"Shut-up Christian, we'll never be able to enter her dorm if you meet her roommates first," Jake, the second oldest, interjected, a hint of protectiveness in his voice.

You were the youngest of four, and your parents had certainly had their hands full. "So where's my dorm?" you asked, and your brothers grinned, taking off in a competitive sprint. You weren't last, thankfully.

As you reached the dorm building, a sudden idea sparked. "Guys, who wants to play a fun game of punishment?" Your smirk widened at their groans.