Nabi's P.O.V

I laid in my bed, staring up at the yellowing ceiling. Writers block wasn't very common for me, but tonight, I was very distracted. I had written a page or two, dragging out the sentences, until, finally, I had slammed the notebook shut and collapsed on my bed. So, there I was, trying to think up new scenarios and character developments. But good ideas were eluding me. With a sigh, I turned on my side, staring at the cracked wall now. My stomach growled, but I ignored it; my mother was already in bed and I didn't want to wake her. She seldom got enough sleep.

Watch where you're going returned to my mind. Scowling, I felt my face turn red, even now. It was so embarrassing, an it was infuriating. I sat up to look out my small window, my anger shifted to sadness. I wished I could help Rachel; I felt like such a crappy friend. But I couldn't do the showcase. I just couldn't. Mentally nor physically. No one really understood, and maybe that was the worst part. My eyes fell
on the small digital clock next to Blaze's bowl. 12:30 am. I need sleep. December 30. realized with a frown. My last birthday had been horrible. Rachel was out of town, and I had been horribly sick. I turned to look out the window. A shooting star passed by at that moment. My lips curled into a small smile as I closed my eyes.

"I wish for courage."

I wish for courage...