Lily's POV

I am sick of being shoved around. I board the bus for our tech classes and feel my face harden as I pass the new girl, I don't even use her name. She is eyeing Goose, a guy friend of Dakota's. I have sort of talked to him some, impulsively I sit behind him and we start chatting. As time passes we start talking more, and I get the idea to impress him by being like others. So I pick up a new habit, cussing and not caring at all. I don't know if it works, but I know that she is steamed and that gives me a little flow if triumph. Serves the little witch right.

When I get home, its actually not too bad. Somehow I survived the bus ride with people who seem to have one joy in life. Terrorizing me. My parents are getting along, but my heart still feels dark and empty. I go to my room to "work on home work" and instead squish into my closet where I always go when I am stressing out. I shut the door behind me, tucking my legs to my chest, and wrapping my arms around them, making myself into a ball of sorts. I breath in the darkness. It almost calms me. I stay for a few minutes then climb out, and log onto my laptop to start working on tonight's English paper on some classic book.

That only lasts for a while though. I log onto a website I stumbled across recently that allows you to write your stories for others to read. Writing and storytelling have always been an escape for me and a way to get my feelings out without telling anyone else.

The spell is broken when I get called to supper, and my parents and I veg out on TV as we eat in silence.