Sommer walked awkwardly down the hall, heading to her next class. Her books were a jumbled mess within her purple bag which was slung over her shoulder. She walked alone, no best friend beside her, no chattering admirer at her side. She was the new kid, the unknown, the outcast.
She hated her new school. None of the kids ever reached out to her, none gave a friendly hello, or a smile, or even a second glance. She went home, did her homework, and cried herself to sleep every night.
A smile was plastered Sommer's face as she entered into English, her favourite subject. English was a place of expression, words that were written or studied that formed a masterpiece. This was a place a escape, a place to be herself.