The steady drip of the rain on my window is about to drive me insane. No, wait. They’ve already told me I’m insane. My ranting and screaming will not change that sad truth. I’ve sworn up and down that I’m not crazy but big surprise, no one will believe a fifteen-year-old orphaned girl who scorns society’s pathetic decline into oblivion and wishes only to be left alone. My own thoughts sound loud in the inhumanly tiny cell I have been confined to for my “own safety.” Own safety my foot! They hope to contain me inside and weaken my connection to my roots. I will not be deterred. I have a life to live and places to explore. This little bump in my highway does not frighten me. Pitiful people, they know nothing of genius.