"Miss Dayna, why have you chosen not to do your homework, again?" Dayna Craymers yet again, sat in the principles office. She simply didn't care, her whole life collapsed and the only thing holding her together was the thought of freedom. "Mr.Carter? Why do we have homework? What is the purpose?" Before her agitated principle could say a word Dayna stood and walked out the door. "This will be a week long detention!" Mr.Carter yelled out the door. "Screw it." Dayna mumbled. That night she knew was the night she would do it. She would run away.