I walk downtown, buying some stuff at the local Target. Nothing unusual, a slight breeze that might blow your hair in your face. I lay down the ten dollar bill on the counter, get my stuff and leave. Like I said nothing out of the ordinary.

I get on my bike and peddle down back to my house. Having a few neighbors wave and say "Hi, Allison." with a friendly wave. I wave back and do the same.

I get home, go to my room and read like I normally would on a weekend. My parents are at work and home alone, I will occasionally look at the clock, see if a show comes on or anything.

I will look in the mirror make sure my red hair is straight, and call up a friend to get help on homework. My friend are not much help though. So I end up forgetting about the homework and catch up on the latest gossip.

My parent come home ask me how my day was. They discuss work and we all go to be and the cycle repeats itself day after day.

I am an outsider at school, a loner with only one close friend. Mirabella, who is just like me. We never liked girlish things like One Direction or Justin Beiber. We have similar taste such as they color blue, brown hoodies, jeans and sneakers.

Everything was good and fine until the day happened.