There's a girl. Many think they know her. How can they when she doesn't know herself? She sits head buried in her books for days at a time. In her books things work out. Nobody seems to be forgotten. Or if they are someone finds them. Reality is not fiction though. No good thing lasts forever and sometimes family is just a hollow word. This isn't about any one person but about many, both male and female. Those who would rather escape than live the endless nothing of their own lives. Comments are welcome.