I wonder who he is, I thought as I sped down the hill. He’s kind of cute... I ventured.
“Argh! What am I thinking?!” I shook my head and realized I was blushing. “He’s probably been brainwashed by Shara already,” I sighed.

I veered suddenly away from the road and took a small hiden path through the forest. I came to a little clearing beside a lake. The lake had a great swaying willow tree beside it.

I rested my bicycle against the willow tree, took my school bag and vaulted up to the tree between two branches; It’s so comfortable there that it’s almost like sitting on a sofa- minus the cushions, though.

And plus little birds and ants.
It’s peaceful.
It’s lonely.

It’s my little corner.