It was the last period of the school day, and Tony was sitting silently inside of his classroom, not really paying attention to anything Ms. Soto was saying in front of the whiteboard. He had a Creative Writing class. He joined it in hopes of making his nonfiction writing skills better, but all they've ever done in the last few months was fiction. Better yet, Tony's classmates also weren't as creative as he was. He sighed quietly and turned to the side, watching what was going on outside of the window, into the real world. Tony observed how the droplets of rain that were pouring down glided so gracefully down the glass, wondering: why was life so hard?