It was late; very late. It was nearly two in the morning yet she was awake. Well, if you could call it that. She was staring at her laptop screen with her eyes only half open. She wasn’t really registering anything that she saw she was so tired. She was slouched over horribly so that she looked like an animal slouched over their next meal, or possibly just an internet-addicted teen, which was what she actually was.

                It was Friday night, well, Saturday morning I suppose it would be… but the point is that she had nowhere to go, no one to please, and nothing to do just the way she liked it.

Don't even ask where I was going with this one; I have no clue.