Abby was usually alone outside during recess, always drawing or playing on the swings with nobody else. Not really many of her classmates understood her or her crazy sense of imagination which was okay, she didn't need real friends when imaginary were good enough for her.

But today was different, you actually sat next to her at the picnic table. She was coloring in one of her drawings with colored pencils and cheap school markers. But she felt the presence of you which made her turn her attention on you with a surprised look.

"Hello..." she mumbled, her voice quiet enough that you wouldn't expect she was actually talking.