I thought I had it all: the girl; the family; the friends; the job; the life. Everything. I never took a day for granted, and I loved every minute of it. And for some reason, things just started to fall apart. The girl left; the family crumbled; the friends betrayed; I lost the job; and there went the life. I lost the life that I had thought was perfection.

Years passed by, as each feeling of inferiority pounded and pounded against me. I started to suppress myself, I wouldn't talk alot, I wouldn't do much. I was just there, walking, eating, drinking, breathing. It was as if I was in a coma but still conscious. I could do absolutely anything, except speak.

Was I afraid? Or was I just tired of misfortune? Was I able to take a risk?

These were questions that I'd constantly ask myself. I was always wondering and thinking, sometimes I never paid attention to the world around me, I was too occupied with the possibilities and what if's in my head.

Then, one day at school, this girl smiled at me. Not to anyone else, just me. But then I never saw her for a couple months. Her smile stuck in my head for a while, I'm not quite sure why. Then I saw her again. She walked past me, and I saw her smile again; mischevious, but restrained. She weaved in and out of the people in front of her and I just stood there, watching her walk away. Then, I tucked my books under one arm, and tried to catch up with her. As the school bell rang, the halls emptied to leave only loose leaf litter and candy wrappers on the ground; the walls a pasty white only to be yellowed by the fluorescent lights. She was nowhere to be found, and her smile was renewed in my memory.

Who was she?