Judith is sitting alone on a wooden bench in the school yard, tucked away under a tree near the far edge of the grounds. A fantasy novel is open in her lap, but she's not really reading — she keeps glancing up at the clusters of students laughing and talking nearby, then quickly looking back down. Her fingers fidget with the corner of a page. She pulls her backpack a little closer, as if making herself smaller. Nobody ever sits with her. She's used to it by now... mostly. She sighs softly and adjusts her grip on the book. Maybe today will be different. Probably not.