Rose walked home, her book clutched tightly to her chest. All the rest of her binders and textbooks were in the bright, baby blue backpack that hung from her shoulders. It was her favorite backpack because it was the perfect color. It was also slightly ripped and dirty. But Rose didn't care. Her dark hair hung over her face as she looked at the pavement, not making eye contact with anyone or anything. She walked in to her home, and headed to her room. The color of her walls were, of course, a bright, baby blue. Rose gently plopped the backpack next to the side of her bed and put the book she held on top of the desk. The girl sat down on her bed, staring at the window and whatever was behind it. She felt as if the world was changing. Maybe for the best, maybe for the worst, but it was changing. She sighed.