A girl sits alone in the corner of a near abandoned library. She breathes a sigh of grief and frustration. There is a certain air of despair that sucks around her and no one dares come close. An open binder packed with colorful folders and sheets, a planner or two, pens pencils and books are scattered about the table. The girl sits, head in hands, seemingly frozen in anguish. Although the window beside the girl depicts a totally opposite atmosphere. Light and fluffy clouds dance about, the sun shines brilliantly and time is gently yet unrelentlessly moving on.