i watched the clock slowly tick by, the dew drops slide down the window, the shadows inch by hour after hour. i watch everything or nothing. bore or be bored, really. i wait until the clock hits 4am to get up. my room stretches out forever making it eerie. i put on my hoodie and some skinny jeans along with my black converses and head to the kitchen. i just moved with my parents to nevada. we live in a newly constructed mansion just outside of jasper. i start school today, atleast that would be better than moping around in a maze of rooms. i sneak past the maids quarters and raid the kitchen. i break into a fresh packet of cupcakes and grab a few before heading to the door. i put my headphones on and plug them into my phone and walk outside, slinging my bag over my shoulder. i never stick around in the day. school or not, even if i did stay there would be no difference. the only people who notice im gone is the maids and they rarely care.

its a while before the sun comes up so i walk in darkness. my house is a ten minute walk from jasper but i dont mind. i gives me more time to think. its all i do nowadays, think, think, think. i jump slightly as a semi-truck drives by, my senses blocked by music. i kept walking with my head down until my feet hit tarmac. i look up and see the vagely familiar streets of jasper. ive only been down once to find the school so i barely know where to go. i finally find the school as the sun starts to come up, the whole place deserted. i sit down on the steps and go through my bag, pulling out a book and eating the cupcakes.

i look up when i hear footsteps. i must have been reading for hours because the sun was slowly peeking over the buildings.

" what are you doing here so early? " a friendly yet aged looking man asked. he had a few files in his arms labeled after different subjects. he was a teacher.

" oh, i like morning walks so i decided to come early. im new " i reply, closing my book. he smiled slightly and offered his hand out to me. he pulled me up then shook my hand.

" im mr grey " he smiled at me. his eyes held much wisdom and kindness. i returned the smile rather meekly. he motioned for me to follow him inside. he pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

" you must be lolita blackwell? " he asked, glancing at me as he opened the door. i walked through quickly and sighed.

" yes "  i muttered. we walked down the halls to a random classroom. on the way i saw a locker with my name on it. it was already vandalized.

" must be a heavy burden to carry around that name... " he went into his class and sat at his desk. offering me a seat. i sat carefully.

" yeah... having rich parents isnt always as fun as it may sound..." i looked away shyly. he hummed in thought and passed me a piece of paper with a code on it for my locker.

" dont let it get to you " he smiled warmly and i smiled back.