What do you think? Starting of my new story.

She was alone. Nothing tragic happened, she had people surrounding her. Yet she was alone, if that even makes sense. She could be sitting in the middle of class, or at the lunch table with her friends. She could be seeing a movie, or out on a date, but something was amiss. Something in her life wasn't what it should be.

She came to the realization one day.

Something was missing.

She had yet to know what, or maybe who.

She stepped on that bus. Finally leaving behind everyone she's ever known. Finally leaving the place that was suffocating her. She was finally leaving the place where everyone was the same, where nothing was different. She was finally leaving everything she had ever known. She was on her way to find what was missing. Whatever it was, she hoped she finds it.

She came to another realization just before she got on the bus.

She was completely dependent, on the thing that was missing.

And quite honestly, it scared her more than she let on.