She would walk back and forth, afraid to face the world. It kept her down so many times before. Her favorite thing in the world was to be at home, safe in her room. School was just this passing place where she was forced to go.

She unleashed her mind into the books that hog wall space. She turned up the music loud, and got comfort in what she loved. Her ideas flowed into her journals, she would write and write until there was nothing left.

Nothing.

She turned off the light and waited to meet the next day. She dreamed of a new beginning. Maybe, she would get it, maybe she wouldn’t.