What is an adult? Is it a chronological age? Is it a level of maturity? Is it a combination of the two? Your mind thought.

You're an unremarkable 18-year-old girl who lives in a huge old mansion that near to the school, just by walking down through the woods. Your parents are both lawyers and are always out of town on business. You're lonely and bored, and you feel like an outsider at school. When you are solitary and alone, literature is your only consolation. It is the only escape you have from your loneliness. Writing is your only means of expressing yourself and your feelings.

You spend most of your time alone, with your laptop on your lap and a cigarette in your hand. You writing is how you express your feelings, and you do it in both poems and short stories.

Today is the first day back at school after the end of the semester. Your friend Winnie recommended a literature class that caught your attention. The class is taught by Sir Henry himself. A writer and a teacher.

He had just entered the classroom and was writing the date on the board when you knocked on the door. He turned around and looked at you. "Good morning," he said. "Class doesn't start for another hour, you know."