The Beginning…

 It’s late.  Midday almost.  Warm sun shines into an east facing room and wakes a stubborn teenager.  A teen with nothing to do and nowhere to be anytime soon on a different day of a changing year.  Normal routine.  Bathroom, shower, teeth, hair, clothes being a old HCo. tee and her favorite khaki shorts.  Breakfast (well, lunch).  No one is home today.  No one wants to eat alone.  The teen grabs the ever present cell phone whose display reads, “Class of ’07″.  Empties out her favorites.  In the car, cranked up.  Garage up.  Ready to go.