Picky's thoughts.

Going home is like summer camp. You are away from all that you've gotten used to in the 8 months you've lived somewhere. My only solace when I am home is that Ophey lives next door. Though this past year we've grown apart. He's been distant all summer. Dialogues turned monologue. 10 minutes late had turned into no shows. I have decided to make it my duty to find out what is weighing on my closest friend's mind. First thing is to find him on the train, next will be asking him outright, if he's alone what is going on with him.... Hopefully he tells me. Doubt that I won't have to pry it from him.

So my first day was full of tardiness. It sucked but not my fault. I would have been on time if people would stop making me a child. ~She frowns and sighs softly.~ Partly my own fault I didn't have mother fill out the papaer work this year, Only sign it, I apparently wasn't smart enough to fill out paperwork.