Shay was bored, and she was wandering through the park. She looked at all the people as she shoved her hands in her pockets. She looked around for a bench pushing the black hair out of her face and out of the way of her sunglasses. She spotted one sitting right under a tree and she made her way over to it, plopping down on the cold wood.

Shay clicked open her small clutch and pulled out her little notebook and her pen, that she carried with her everywhere, using some of her inspiration from the day to come up with some pretty nice poems, writing them in her neat calligraphy.

She glanced up for a moment as a woman passed by her a daughter holding tight to her mothers finger. It made her smile as the little girl skipped along with mini heels that all the little girls wore and a pretty bow and lace dress. She remembered doing that to her mom when she was little and her mom always laughed.

Shay knew it was wrong to do drugs but she did it anyways, she was still a little out of it from her last drag on her cigarette, making it so that everything was just a little out of focus. She still was sane though. It wasn't like she couldn't walk or talk straight, because she could, and she definitely wasn't acting crazy, so no one would ever be able to tell she was on anything.

She heard footsteps coming her way and she glanced up with a smile shoving her stuff back in her bag.