189

Right-brained for the summer.

188

They talked to separate walls about the same topics.

187

Something about a boy who half runs, half sprints and a girl in the pouring rain.

186

Sometimes she talked about superheroes as if they were real.

185

She heard everyone, everything, all the time.

184

Her mind kept flashing back, connecting old events to the present, when she tried to move past what had happened.

183

Someone who could see when she was broken and would know how to fix her.

182

Some days she wished the world would crumble just enough to make people rethink their priorities.

181

Her shyness seemed unfriendly, the niceness bottled up.

180

Somewhere something was very, very wrong.