The time for change had come.  Silently it had crept up, slowly surrounding me, enfolding me within it’s strong, sweet arms—this nameless force that brings about revolutions in mind and spirit, body and soul.  I could feel it pulling me in as I drove down the road, outside the sun beating down on the frozen ground.  Ice crystals sparkled on the asphalt and I wondered to myself if that was what the world would look like if Edward Cullen exploded—everything covered in glitter.  I wondered where I was going.  All day I’d felt unsettled, unable to find my place.  Every time I had reached my destination I’d been struck by the unquestionable sensation that I was supposed to be somewhere else.  It was weird.  I flipped open my phone to txt a friend.  Yes, texting while driving was a bad idea, but I had to talk to somebody.  
                                Wish you were here, I wrote, then snapped the phone shut.  I contemplated going home but I knew that if I went home I would feel the need to be somewhere else.   I thought about going to grandma’s house and crashing for a couple hours, but that was wrong too.  Maybe the library.   Or maybe I would just keep on driving, thus never reaching a destination, thus never feeling the need to be somewhere else.  I wished that I was sitting on top of a skyscraper.  I liked skyscrapers.  And parking garages.  And I wished that my passenger seat wasn’t empty.  He txted me back. 
                                ?
That was it.  Just a question mark.  I hated it when he did that, sent me a punctuation mark instead of a reply.  I smirked wryly.
                                Just a random thought.  :]  He never txted back.  I wasn’t certain if I minded or not, I was getting used to it.  He was really busy anyway.  I pulled into my neighborhood, driving across the dark shadows that lay like creases in the dilapidated front lawns.  I pulled up to my house.  My head ached.  I didn’t want to go inside.  I went inside anyway.  I ran downstairs to my room.  Upstairs I could hear mom watching a really loud movie in her bedroom.  I grabbed a couple library books and ran back upstairs.
                                Is there anything good to eat? I asked my sister. 
                                When did you get home? She asked, turning from her stationary position at the family computer. 
                                I just got home.  Is there anything to eat? I repeated. 
                                Taco meat in the fridge, she said. 
                                Okay, I’m going to the library for a while.  I shut the fridge.
                                Okay bye.
I wondered what would happen if I drank an energy drink.  Generally speaking I didn’t drink them in the evening and I didn’t want my mom to find out—she didn’t like it when I had a lot of caffeine and sometimes she could tell when I’d had too much through my behavior.  I found myself craving Nos.  I figured it was the best energy drink I’d ever had because it tasted all citrusy and sweet, but not too much.