They were scratching with their nails on the interior of the walls, making little sound that Avril had picked up on in her dream.

Sometimes they tapped on it. Making little tap noises.

Even in her dreams, Avril wasn't dumb. She wasn't gonna tap on the wall in return. So she just exited her apartement and locked it from the exterior, locking the creep in the house.

Then she went shopping with Britney Spears, but that's not very interesting.

When she woke up, She didn't remember the dream, like half of the time.

Her classes start in 2 hours. She groaned just thinking about school and buried herself in her mattress, still half asleep.

Only 2 minutes later does she drag herself like a corps out the bed and goes to the bathroom. Her hair is a mess and she brushes them. She notes that the orange patch in her hair was already fading.

She don't really have a makeup routine, just some eyeliner and moisturizing cream, that's it.

She exits the bathroom, stopping at a window and looking outside.

It's raining softly outside, with a wind that rattle her windows a little. It's still dark, too, the clouds hiding the sunlight with their large body. The thought of going to class under this weather is actually depressing.

I don't even have an umbrella. Why didn't I think of buying one. She sighs, annoyed at herself for not predicting that.

She still have some time before heading out, so she does what she always does the morning. Homework.

She sits at her table, doing what she didn't do yesterday night, for 1 hours, before the alarm on her phone ring, indicating that she has to go.

So she grabs her backpack, her keys, and put on her shoes, and open the front door.

Just before heading out, she hears very faintly the sound of something tapping.

It's near her bedroom. 

But as the silence lingers in the air, she refocuses on the rain outside.

It's the stupid rain. She just turns over and exit her apartement, locking it from the outside.

Avril has to take the bus to go to high school, and there is a bus stop just outside her house.

She just has to wait 5 minutes for it to show up.

She takes a sit on the cold bench under the tiny shelter, protecting her from the rain while waiting.

She spaces out, her hands in her pockets looking for warms.

From the opposite street, she makes eye contact with someone.                                                                           

Blue eyes meet orange for a second before they both look away.

The person at the opposite of Avril continues her walk, and for a moment, Avril wonders if people's lives are still this sad after school.