Casey was tired, as she sat in the classroom she could feel how the fire had drained her. She barely listened the the teacher talk about some math problem that were too complicated for her to figure out in the first place. When school was over she sat on the steps and waited for the others, on her way home she didn't talk much, her thoughts were occupied with how she was going to show Al how she felt. She let them into her room. Her entire closet was lying in a pile on the bed, otherwise it was nice and tidy. She had forgotton about the pencil drawing lying on her desk. It was of Alistair, his name was written below the portrait drawing and tiny hearts had been drawn on the paper as well.<br/>She started putting the clothes back in the closet, grabbing a pair of torn jeans and a white tanktop and excused herself for a moment.