Everyone appeared to be far too cheery for her to deal with that morning. Her newly thirteen year old self was not unhappy, just not in the mood to deal with cheery. Desperate to find a place where she could be alone and attempt to get her mind in a better place, she stumbled upon the secluded back alley. It was the perfect, albeit disgusting, place to get some quiet time before tackling the day.

She ventured down the alley, just enough to feel hidden by the unobservant passerby, and sat against one of the few cleanish spots along the wall. The smell wasn't the best, but tolerable, and she could hear the scratching of critter feet in a nearby waste bin. She reached down and tucked her pants into her socks, just incase a spider decided to try and go up her pants, before resting her head against the wall and closing her eyes.