All her life she felt like a misfit.

Always sitting alone under the big old tree above her, the girl would watch the other kids having fun and playing games together.

She used to dream of having friends and being just like the other kids.

She wanted to approach them and play with the others too, but she knew they would never accept her, they would only make fun of her.

So, day after day, the girl would sit under the big old tree all by herself. With the blue sky shining above her, the chillness of the wind messing with her hair and the humming sound of the birds passing by, the girl would start daydreaming.

In her dreams, she would be far, far away. There, she would be away from everyone who hurted her. There, she would finally be free to be whoever she wanted to be, without fearing to be judge by the others.

She would spend hours in there, alone. But even though she felt free, she was still lonely. But she wouldn’t come back, she couldn’t.

She had promised herself she would never leave that place until the right person come after her to bring her back.

And so she waited, for years, just her, the shining sky, the humming birds and the big old tree.

She waited and waited but no one never came, never…

So she stayed there, alone, forever lost in a world that her own mind created, forgotten by anyone she once knew.

But still, she didn’t even try to come back because, for her, it was better to hurt alone than to be hurt by the others.

And so she stayed there forever, waiting for someone who would never come and, indeed, never did.