Amilea walked in a daze to her locker. Caught in another day dreeam that made no sense. Absent mindedly she fiddeled with the lock. She looked at all the faces as they past her in the hall. She shook away her thoughts. And walked to history. sliding her feet and looking down. She wondered about what this school year was going to bring for her. She sat in the front of class, opened her notebook, and began to doodle.