prologue: sandles

I can't help but think I have no purpose. Each day is too repetitive. I need to get by. When my sister died, she let too many doors open where strangers can easily walk in along with the wind and sun. Leon keeps throwing eraser bits from behind me. It's gets annoying so I quicken my steps. I can barely see Mia in front of me and some ugly piece of trash trying to chase after her. But she is watching someone else who is way too far ahead. But you, my dear sister, how can you float so easily above me?