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It was a chilly day in early October when Nazz Vanbartonshmeer saw what changed her life. It was a figureless, almost manifested vision that was as clear as day. A new road had come into view, a path she as well as many had never seen before and that most never would. One that the lot would never so much as dare to set foot on, a path noticeable in insight hardly any would ever even come across.
She had not the faintest hint in any way of how fortunate she was to be garnished with the enlightenment she'd mosied into. Still, she stood staring straight ahead at the scene right before her eyes. In a way, she had parted her eyes from the two boys with genuine smiles and sparkling eyes, looking further ahead into the large trail she'd accidentally discovered due to random wandering.
Through deep pondering where this would take her, she came to the conclusion that it would hurt, though it was proving to be opportune. She knew that she would struggle and that she would see her immaturity, hopefully vanquish it, too. No matter how true either of her assumptions may be; however, she understood that she must refine herself where her single-mother could not.