Akara fiddled with her lock pendant as she stared at the sky.
She sighed. Today was yet another school day that went by without anything, well, interesting happening. Once again, she was staying outside her dorm room. She had decided, since her first meeting with her roommate, to stay out of their shared room as much as possible so neither of them would feel awkward.
She shivered a little in the cold Winter air, the weather still refusing to let Spring move in.
Her thoughts began to wander as she continued staring at the sky. First, she thought of her stories. What should she write next? No one knew about her stories... well, a handful of people did, but they never read her stories. At least, she tried not to let people see it... Who was the last one to read her stories? Was it her Mom...?
Akara bit her lip, feeling a sudden burst of homesickness. No, not now. She can't think of home now of all times. That reminded her of her childhood friend-