• A flash. Twist. Bang. Coldness. Blood…everywhere. The memories trickled from a faucet somewhere deep in my brain. In a moment the picture frame was shattered. The remnants of broken glass stayed only barely visible in moonlight. The happy faces…drifted into a state of contemplation and mourning in black outfits. It all just made me sick.

    I rolled over, feeling myself turn a sickly green. Trying to recover all of my memories made my head split. Screaming worsened downstairs adding to the pain of my head ache. My eyes drooped, still not used to the constant yelling noises downstairs since...whatever happened. I grabbed my aeropostale jacket and a satchel, which had my favorite book stuffed into it. Like a prisoner making their escape I craftily maneuvered myself out my bedroom window and off of my roof. The wind whistled loudly through the trees and swept my hair against my face. Where would I end up tonight? The dim streetlights beckoned me one by one as I followed them courteously. “And miles to go before I sleep…” I sighed remembering Jack Frost’s famous poem. He used to read it to me at night.

    My head ached again and I stopped thinking…remembering. It wasn’t worth it now when I was about to taste sweet freedom. Closer now than it had been, was the back side of my junior high’s track. All that separated me from it was a fence which I hoped casually before settling on the grass to read my favorite poetry book. No one was smart enough to break into school at night these days. Not that anyone would break into a place they hated anyway.

    To much time passed before I lifted my nose from the book and began picking out constellations. “How countlessly they congregate, O'er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees, When wintry winds do blow!—“ I began to whisper trying to sooth my aching head. “As if with keeness for our fate, Our faltering few steps on, To white rest, and a place of rest Invisible at dawn,--“ An unknown voice recited and I looked around wildly. Two blue eyes appeared. Then a head with black short hair. Soon the figure that crawled out from the bushes stood around five and a half feet tall and blinked at me. “Stars by Robert Frost.” The figure said revealing it was a boy and sitting next to me. I stared like a deer caught in head lights. Suddenly I remembered who he was. It was Jason Collins. The most popular boy in school. The type that girls swooned over and guys hung around to get noticed. “What’s your name?” he asked. I said nothing. More time passed and when I still refused to respond he gave me a sympathetic look. “Oh I get it. You have a disease where you can’t talk to anyone but yourself.” “What an egotistical disease.” I muttered. “Ha! You talked.” “No I…” I shut up immediately. ‘I can’t get involved with a popular.’ I reminded myself. I stood up and walked towards the fence I’d hoped to get in. “No girl has ever not even told me her name you know!” Jason called. “Hailey Star.” I sighed over my shoulder not expecting him to hear. “I like your name Hailey Star.” I heard as I cleared the metal fence.