• As she walked down the corridor she noticed a small patch of dirt on her arm. She noticed something else too. Footsteps, breathing, she felt as if she was being followed in the dark corridor. But that's stupid, Anastasia knows shes the only one here. She knows. She knows. Shes always the only one here. " I'm going to miss everything," Anastasia murmered, as if someone were to hear her " I'm going to miss my friends, I'm going to miss my bedroom with the daisy petals on my desk, I'm going to miss the smell of the air outside. It was the air not laced with ciggerette smoke." Nastia, get a hold of yourself, Nastia said in her own mind. Anastasia loved to be called Nastia, she hated her name. Anastasia. Thinking her name aloud in absolute disgust. Why was she acting as if she was going to die? And why was this part of the building called a corridor. Its just a fancy hallway with crossed swords and multi-color candles on the lacy wall. Candles light by all sorts of people. " All sorts of people, yeah, keep thinking that Nastia. I'm the only one here to light anything. " And that was the sad truth, that was the ugly thing she kept inside for none to see. She coudn't even admit to her friends. Kayla, Sydney, Capricorn, and Kylie. If they knew the truth... Especially Capricorn. We've been friends forever and I've kept this secret from her forever. Capricorn, she liked to be called Capri, cause she hated her real name too. But I like it, it puts her in a class all by herself. A good class of course, probably advanced. While my name suffers in special education. The truth is her parents are losers, alcoholics, addicts. Nastia didn't know why she thought of her parents that way. " Oh yeah, because it's true. " Nastia said, likely sulking. Now I sit by the window, just wishing a shooting star would come by. I wouldn't ask for much. I'm used to taking care of myself, but this is just a little over the top. Even though there isn't a shooting star, I'm making a wish. I'm making a wish no matter what I see in the sky. Right now. " I wish... I wish for good parents, ones who actually care for me. I wish for more friends and and parents who were never drunk. I wish I could do a sport. And I wish for a better life and.... just give me something!" Nastia screamed. She put a hand to her cheek and felt tears streaming down her face So she just sat there crying. Crying and thinking. I can't get my hopes up again, I can't get my hopes up, but there is something I can do, Nastia thought as she wiped her eyes. Her eyes turned to the only phone in the house. She got up, stumbling and slipping, and ran to the phone, she picked it up off the reciever and dialed seven numbers. " Hello." A sleepy voice answered. Still sniveling, Anastasia said something. " Hi, Capricorn, sorry for calling so late, but I have to tell you something."