Rayne gave the boy a smile "Thanks." She said quietly and put her notebook back in her book bag. When she looked up. He was gone. She shurged and headed off outside. Sitting under the cherry blossom tree she opened up her notebook and started writing again. On the back of her hand the number 150 was writen it black sharpy ink. She sighed remembering her meaning of the number and started on her poetry. Biting into her apple as she wrote...<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">The days are long,<br/>The nights even longer.<br/>The moonlight passes and still I wonder,<br/>If not for the fate that shadows my path,<br/>Would it be different or would it stay....</span></div><br/><br/>She sighed and put her pen to her mouth chewing on the end and wispering quietly to herself. "What rhyms with path but fits with the sentance?" She started saying out all the things to herself ever so quietly "path: math... um..." she pouts and continues thinking.