The Dream.

Lydia grabbed a strand of hair, absently stuck it in her mouth, and began to suck on it. It was a nervous habit that she'd been trying to break for years. Nothing worked. It didn't help that this was her first day at Lawndale High, a brand-new school whose construction had only been finished the past summer. Lydia's previous high school had been over populated, so they built LH to send half the students to. Lydia was one of those students chosen. More than half her friends were not.
She walked through the halls by herself, searching for her locker. She couldn't remember if it was just to t…