Bookitty

  There's a van waiting for her when she gets back from school. No time to change clothes. No time to greet her family or even grab her academy assignment from her desk overfilled with half-filled coffee cups. She doesn't even care. She has to be the best.   There's pressure in his shoulders as he accepts the title of team captain. His muscles aching from practice , his hands trembling in anticipation as he shoots yet another basket and is filled with cheers. He doesn't care. He has to take the trophy home.   There's a dress lying on her bed with matching sets of every trendy piece of jewelry she could procure in the months following her farewell. She knows she'll look beautiful. She always has. She doesn't care. She has to win that title. Hushed exchanges, staring eyes , indiscreetly pointed fingers and there's nothing more. But it is enough. A thought for a person ,a word for that thought , a word for a person and there's no