She sits in her room on her birthday, such a normal everyday type of day, and all she can think about is how much it would cost to get the hell out of this place. She's only 15. But she could make it. Not with only fifty-six dollars though. She felt...sure of herself today. Not so self-conscious. She walked home to the beat of David Bowie. Pretending she still was in modeling classes. Still had a dream. She feels so selfish. Chris wasn't at school today. She missed him. But misses Gus more. She doesn't want to go to her clarinet lesson tonight. She doesn't practice. Doesn't see the point in it. Except that she has an audition in exactly one week. And doesn't even know what she's going to play. Luckily she knows the lady who's the main judge. Good luck. She doesn't like to IM people. Always feels like she's bothering them. But she really wants to IM hedgehog. Oh well. Research time. Sylvia Plath. Biology homework too. Oh fuck, it's only Tuesday. She writes in geometry: "I realized that I even talk to myself when I'm around other people. Lockdown. What if I want to die? What if I stayed? Feel the consequences." Not enough time. But at the same time, too much. EDIT: