A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! My internet was cut off for a whole month, forgot to buy credit for my wireless but don't fret, I'm back! R&R

After a long talk with the headmaster and some of my teachers about my vanishing, I slowly dragged my sore feet along the familiar path to my room. It was about 7 and everyone else was probably in the dinner hall, waiting for their meals but I wasn't hungry. The meal I had was filling but was it real? Was I maybe going crazy? I know for sure that my imagination isn't that advanced. I stopped right in the middle of my room and let out a big sigh of relief. This was real. I felt the ground beneath my feet and I saw my well-known furniture before me. I walked over to my bed and sat down with an audible thump. Slowly, I peeled my dirty socks from my feet and threw them on the floor as well.

I sagged down onto my soft duvet but my head hit something pretty hard. I pulled the object out from under my throbbing head. My shoe. I easily flicked it in the direction of the other shoe and heard it land on the floor. I took a deep breath and got up again. The whole school was the dining hall so I had the bathroom all to myself.

I grabbed my blue toiletry bag from under a pile of clothes and rummaged through my closet for my pyjamas. I spotted the loose-fitting, grey sweatpants under my brightly coloured T-Shirts and my top was crammed into the corner of the shelf, the faded pink material wrinkled. I grabbed some clean underwear and my towel but when I got to the door, I had my hands full, literally. Somehow, with a lot of struggle, I managed to open and close the door with minimum damage to me and the doorframe. The bathroom was, luckily, just down the hall from my room. Another stroke of luck was that the door was a push/pull door. I easily slipped inside and dropped my stuff on the bench running through the middle of the room. The walls were tiled with white tiles and the floor as well. Showers lined the right side of the bench and basins with mirrors on the left. I now stood in front of this row of showers to choose from. I never take the first one; it's too close to the door. The last one is also out of the question, everyone uses that one. Over usage is not pretty. The middle ones are also a favourite pick because most people think like I do. The third from the start was acceptable. I hung my blue bag on the hook on the outside of the shower and opened the zip so that I had easy access to my shampoo and soap.

I undressed and threw my dirty clothes on the bench. I then parted the faded grey, plastic shower curtain and stepped in. I struggled with the hot water knob but it loosened up a little and then completely, the hot water raining down onto my skin. I closed the shower curtain and steam was gathering in front of my vision until I couldn't see anything anymore. I then noticed that I still had my glasses on and quickly removed them and tossed the expertly onto my heap of clothes. I then returned to the streams of hot water. It was slowly getting too hot and I turned the cold water on and suddenly cold water squirted from the shower head that made me squeal in surprise. I turned it lower again and settled for the mild temperature. I took my time and washed my hair with care and attention. I scrubbed on the soles of my feet and washed behind my ears. I turned off the water and grabbed my towel. I dried my body and put on my pyjamas then wrapping the towel around my head.

Back in my room, I decided to sort out my closet and find out what had to be washed and what not. The next day was Wednesday, 'Washday'. I threw everything on the floor and made neat little piles for my pants, T-Shirts, tank tops, shorts, jerseys and the abnormal pieces of haute couture. I smelled each item of clothing and decided if it was still wearable or not. After that was done, I had a big pile of dirty laundry and small piles of neatly folded clothes. I stacked them into my closet and moved the pile of dirty clothes next to the door. I promised myself that the books would be sorted out another day. At that moment I stood in the middle of my room and surveyed everything. My typewriter caught my eye and I dived for the chair. I slowly ran my fingers of the worn keys of the ancient machine. My thoughts and feelings have been pent up inside my head for days now and I had to find an outlet. Everything that happened poured out onto the page in the form of black ink. I think of my thoughts as a body or person that had shot and the ink was its blood that flowed onto the page.

I was careful not to make any spelling mistakes, there's no backspace. Every event, feeling or thought that I experienced for the last few days appeared on the page. I typed and typed until a sudden commotion dragged me out of my deep imagination. Dinner was over and the masses of girls filed into their dorms. Giggling, talking, laughing filled the halls accompanied by footsteps, door slamming and loud thumps of bags being dropped on the floors. A light knock on my door made me jump and I rushed to answer it. On my way to the door only one thing lay in my path, a lost shoe and I happened to fall over the only thing in my way. I stumbled and hit the floor face first and my poor, battered glasses skidded across the floor causing one of its arms to rip off. I gathered the remaining pieces and shouted:"I'm coming!" I squinted and luckily saw the miniscule screw a few meters from the rest of the wreckage. I gathered everything carefully in my hands and placed it slowly on my papers on the desk. Still squinting, I answered the door. A short and slightly big blond-haired girl stood in front of me. She smiled and revealed her braces where one could clearly see her leftovers from dinner. This was my only 'friend' at this school, Sharlie. "Hey!" she said happily. I waved my arm, motioning for her to come in.

She was just worried where I had been. She noticed that I wasn't there in the last lesson and absent from dinner. I told her that I wasn't feeling well and took an early shower before the night-time rush. She nodded and saw my tiredness as I faked an exaggerated yawn. She bid me a goodnight and I did the same. When she closed the door, I ran to my typewriter and finished my writing. Five pages of black and white I gently stacked onto my bedside table. I picked up my Anna Karenina book and read a few pages while lying comfortably on my bed. Slowly sleep pulled me into darkness with the lime green book lying on my chest and pieces that I used to call glasses lay crippled on my desk, forgotten.

As I forgot to close my curtains the night before, the sun streamed through the glass and shone directly into my eyes, blinding me. I blinked several times before sitting up and got a fright as my book fell to the floor with a thump. I reached for my glasses on my bedside table but realised they were nowhere to be found. I squinted, trying to make out familiar shapes in the distance. I spotted the red frame lying on what I gained from experience was my desk.

I slightly stumbled to the desk and sat down on the chair. I then surveyed the damage on my glasses. The screw just came loose and luckily the duck tape was still intact. I slowly removed the duck tape and returned the screw to its rightful place. I then put the duck tape back on. I put on my glasses and everything was so clear. I slowly stretched my arms and heard a soft crack. I then got dressed and grabbed my washing to deliver to the washroom. I had a free period on a Wednesday morning and so I could take my time before breakfast at 9. I stood in the hallway looking through a window at the green forest. Most people were in class or busy with something else. This was the perfect time to return and an odd feeling gathered in the centre of my stomach and motivated my feet to take one step after the other in the general direction of the vast vegetation. The Line was calling.