A New LifeThe girl was cute and tiny, and doing laundry.She hated doing laundry in this building --it involved squeezing her way into the cramped little basement of the dorm, and hoping against hope the one light didn't burn out. She knew full well that she wasn't supposed to, but she always made sure to open the door to the outside --the extra light and breeze made the room feel a little less creepy.This time, however, she would learn her lesson. For keeping the door open let in the light, and the breeze, sure. But it also let in the outside world. Which today, manifested in a slim punk boy with unruly dark hair and bloodstains on the cuffs of his