This day was...like all the previous ones that Chloe remembered since the very day when her life changed forever. ** Chloe sat in the driver's seat of her battered but faithful Ford F-150, her legs hanging out in the breeze under the car's suspension. She had a cigarette in her hand, and slowly inhaling, Chloe relaxed as she exhaled a cloud of nicotine smoke in rings. In Arcadia Bay, although it was a seedy town that teenagers her age considered not "cool", but sometimes on cool evenings, the sky looked amazing...Barely emerging stars twinkled in the orange lace of the sky, and ornate purple clouds twisted into each other, creating abstract shapes incomprehensible to those who had never dreamed. ** Looking at the manifesto of clouds in the sky, Chloe thought sarcastically: "Heh, at the Academy, they painted even worse pictures in toilets."