At night I'm walking up the street with a friend towards her bus home. I've forgotten to pay attention to mine. Frantically I start reciting my directions hoping she'll correct me. I have to get to the underground train station, and it's very confusing. If I get lost, I won't get home.
We're competing as a large group, like a marching band. Some of us have powerful magic and have to be utilized at exactly the right time. The train compartments can be split into smaller and smaller sections to maximize utility and we all decide yes, we can split our bedrooms to make room for the competition.
I get expelled for walking on the street during a performance with judges. Thought I did ok; jumped down into a ditch to hide. The teacher who hated me led me around to get my stuff out of her classroom, and I cried while I apologized to her. I flew like peter pan out the doors.
Years later I'm looking for a place to live, I hop cities a lot, trying to be friendly and generous with a guy who only wants my drugs.