The night sky was burning. It seemed that way but really it was nothing more then ripped pages of a book set aflame. Maggie had become quite used to the outbursts of those around her. The college kids always seemed to have a means and a dedication to leaving their mark on the world and proving a point.

The untrusting narrow of eyes kept many at a good distance from Maggie even as she hugged the books she held in her arms at a protective closeness.

A boot reached out and stamped out the first burning page that hit the ground before it would risk setting the grass around her on fire.

"I'm in no mood to burn."

Her voice was rustic, seeming already set on fire by a forgotten ember. A smoker's voice that never once had known the touch of nicotine. The group of girls nearby gave her quite the odd expression and she stared at them until the unease set in.

There was something about the way she watched the world that left it to all seem unsettling. Her focus was something that was fixed and intent. Just another way to comprehend how much things have changed. This was hardly her moment of redemption. It was a moment though to set things right.

As best she could. Turning away from the whispers and watching eyes she headed back towards the library. There was much that had to be done, and quite a bit more to study. If anything she was starting to learn that it was better for her to be prepared.

Better to be prepared and have her mind focused and sharp. She had to stay sharp as a thorn, if not it all could fall apart... and God knew they didn't need another one breaking.

Just another story remembered of what it was like to fall apart.