The only sound in the almost empty classroom was the agonizingly slow ticking of the clock. Piper Mclean sat at a desk, bored out of her mind, occasionally sneaking glances at her sleeping teacher.
The Native American girl didn't have any forms of entertainment; she was the only student in detention and she wasn't allowed to bring anything with her.
Sighing, she looked up at Mr Fisher, his feet propped on his desk and drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth. Crinkling her nose in disgust, Piper let her gaze wander around the room until it landed on a white board marker on Mr Fisher's desk.
Looking back and forth between the marker and the whiteboard, Piper decided she didn't have anything better to do and stood up from her desk quietly. She walked over to the marker and gently picked it up, being careful not to wake her teacher.
She stood in front of the whiteboard and stared at it, her gaze occasionally wandering to the red marker in her hand, thinking about what she should draw.
It was then that she remembered her dream from a few nights before; she had seen what looked like a camp. It had cabins, a lake, a forest and other things you would see at a normal summer camp. Except, of course, for something that looked like a rock wall with lava coming out of it.
For some reason, she felt connected to the place, as if she would go there some day and be happy.
Not having anything else to do, Piper combined her dream and her marker to create a personal paradise.
That was all she had, right?
A marker and a dream.