I was sitting in my garden. Well, if you could call it a garden, it was in the back room of my basement. My dad dug up the dirt so I could feel like I was outside when I really wasn't. Back then I was deathly sick and could hardly walk on my own. The first year at high school I was just getting better. I still spend almost all my time in that backroom with my favorite books.
It was just another trying-not-to-be-noticed day at school. But suddenly it was announced in the speaker that we we're going to have a field trip tommorow. I started to play with my necklace as I listened. I sat near the window so I could grow the vines up the wall to help me concentrate on my Pre-Cal homework.
I always walked home from school so I could read more of my books.