Anna Knight, 20

You look in the mirror and sigh. Your red hair is cute enough in its pixie cut, and your brown eyes are nice, but you know that the rest of you isn't anything to look at. You always have hated your tiny A cup breasts and flat ass, but, unfortunately that's what you were given. You don't even have intelligence going for you; at least, not any kind of intelligence that will help you through college. You know you have decent enough common sense, but you have either scraped by or failed every class you've taken at university.

As such, you've vowed that this will be your last semester of college; no point wasting time and money on a lost cause. Internships have passed you by for more qualified students, and you know you sure as hell aren't getting a medical license. You aren't sure if you are even going to take your finals; you would fail anyway.

Tripping over a pile of empty beer cans that had probably been friends to you while you desperately tried to find some path to follow in your life, you sit down at your computer to check that notification.

Surprisingly, it is from Helios Pharmaceuticals, the company to which you had drunkenly submitted a solution for their contest.