I shut the door with a long sigh. Finally, I'm alone. I look around at my comforting dorm room. One bed, one desk, one lamp, one window, one me. Everything here is right.

I open the small window on the far wall of the small room, letting in the humid air that still lingers in late September. The wind from outside blows my short hair in my face, but it doesn't bother me too much. That wind always calms me down.

I hear a knock at the door, interrupting my peace.  I know that the door is locked and that I would have to walk to the other side of the room to let them in, but I'd rather watch a busy little patch of the world from my window.

The knocking continues. I don't care, they can knock all night. I'm not opening that door.

"Let me in!" A muffled cry comes from the hallway outside of my room.

Really? Morrin again? Nope. I'm never going out in that hallway. He'll be there forever.

I sigh and flop on my mattress that I call a bed. It's low to the ground, considering that it's only a mattress, so a thud rings through my small room as I land on the comfy mattress.

"What was that?" Morrin yells from outside.

I pull my blanket over my eyes. "Leave me alone!" I scream.

"I don't remember your name, but why won't you open the door?" 

I sigh and stand up. Opening the door a crack, I glare at Morrin. "It's quite rude to not remember someone's name." I then close the door and return to my mattress.

"Hey!" Morrin's voice still called from the hallway.

I pile a few pillows over my head, starting to drown out the boy's rambling outside. The room eventually disappears around me, and I'm back at my home, reliving my first day of fifth grade.

"Hello, I'm Iolani Watani," I said, standing up. "and I moved to Goviilo City from--"

"Look at her shoulders!" One boy shouted, pointing at my broad shoulders. "Why are your shoulders like that?"

I felt my face growing red and I sank back down in my seat. "I, uh, I don't know." I muttered, but the boy wasn't listening anymore. He was snickering about something with the boys next to him, occasionally pointing at me.

The girl to my right gave me a small smile. "Sorry about my brother. He can be really rude sometimes, but his friends will get over it in a few days."

I nodded, grateful that not everyone here was terrible. I just wished that I could be back home on the farm with my huge maple tree that I would always climb. I didn't have many friends on the farm, either, but at least no one pointed out my insecurities. 

The memory faded away, and was replaced with my summer trip back home to my old farm where my dad lived.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed, jumping into my father's awaiting arms. 

"Hello, Morning Glory."  My dad greeted me with my old nickname, leading me into his little cottage. "How was fifth grade?"

"Lame." I told him with a little grin. "A lot of the kids called me freakishly tall or mentioned my broad shoulders." I looked around at my old house. Nothing had changed. There was still a welcoming scent of my dad's whipped cream spice cake lingering in the air. The walls were still sloppily painted light green and blue but they were covered with Dad's and my sketches. Even the old wooden furniture hadn't been replaced.

Dad rolled his eyes. "They're jealous, sweetie."

"I know! But I still don't like that school." 

Dad burst out into laughter, patting my back. "It's been pretty lonely on this little farm without you and your great sense of humor." 

"What about Mama? Don't you miss her, too?" I asked, sitting down in a chair with a wooden frame and a wicker seat. I still loved these chairs.

"There's not a day where I don't think about you two." Dad reassured me, smiling one of his signature grins that spread across his entire face. He didn't look as happy as when he smiled when I still lived here, though.

I gave him my own grin, even though there was nothing to smile about.