We walk.

I walk. I walk around school and sometimes feel as if I walk around town, but I never do. I never walk around town. It is never so.

And then I think. I think that I betray my mind. I frown because I tell myself that I want to do this and that and everything and be me and someone else. I want to be them. Here and there. Over yonder.

I wonder why no one says the word "yonder" anymore. I see that yonder is wonder with a y. I laugh, but not quite.

Because I'm walking around school. It seems like it is taking me two minutes or two hours or forever to get to my best friend waiting for me at our shared locker. I can see her. I see her in her unique outfit, her hair perfectly in place, her face just as beautiful as ever. I see her sparkle.

I wonder why it takes so long to walk from the D quad to the B quad. My feet swish and my mind wishes and I pretend I am somewhere and nowhere I have been.

I am at school though. My socks are heavy with dampness from the puddles seeping into and through my black boots. It smells of wet dirt and saturated hair and hairspray that has unwoven itself from my hair as the wetness mingles with it. It smells of rain. The hairspray smell is strong to my nose, and I hold back a smile. This is a sweet aroma to my senses.

I am wet and I shiver. I am unhappy because of the frost and the cold and the chill. But this is just where I want to be.