That same dreary summer night, under the warmth of her smooth cashmere blankets, Claire huddled there, hiding her trembling body in the heat that emanated from the blankets. Claire was dreading the start of the new school year, seeing as how she was so opposed to socializing. she tried to calm herself by listening to some religious music. She got up and danced to the religious music playing from her ipod. She danced over to the kitchen to prepare some decaffinated tea to soothe her frayed nerves. She shimmied over to her closet and picked out long flowy pants and a turtleneck shirt. Claire was confident that her outfit would make lots of friends and attract boys, even though she would never date any of them because she was mormon. She curled uo into a little ball, with all 17 of her cats huddled beside her. Claire stared out of her window and wished that people would talk to her and that she wouldn't scare them away with her frumpiness and terrible sense of style.
