She didn’t do those things, with Mr. Vaughn or anyone. Why the roof? Details like that make stories seem real. She didn’t even know how to get up there. That was the last straw. They didn’t really hate her, but she hated them. After twelve years she realized they were right - she was different. She was better.

This thought made her stomach hurt.

On the last day she found the ladder. That evening, she snuck out her window, walked to the school, and climbed on top of the cafeteria. She stayed there for hours, staring up at the darkness.