Pins and needles. A thin blue thread. A few colorful buttons. A puddle of black sludge. A girl's frustrated groan.

"It's ruined, Fluffy!"

A hiss of surprise.

"Ouch, I poked myself!"

A small girl's voice filled the room. It was a room already quite full of toys and plushes. The play things rested on both wooden shelves and the floor. Piles of them were shoved into the corners of the room. However, the girl had decided that she needed one more.

She was hunched over her plastic pink table. On it laid the materials she thought was needed and her most prized possession. It was a plush bunny that was better than all the rest. It was mostly a faded blue except its belly, paws, and inner ears. These were cyan. It had only one black button eye, the other was an "x" made with stitching. Despite it's clear wear and tear, the girl loved it. Perhaps the worn down look was a sign of that.

The girl now was sucking on her thumb. She tasted something metallic as she did so." I hurt myself, Fluffy. But I'm okay!" The girl said to the plush," I think we have to stop for today. I'll help your new friend tomorrow." The girl sighed and picked up her plush. Then she stepped away from the desk to instead rest on the large bed on the opposite end of the room. She buried her face into the pastel pink pillows, whining." Why can't school come faster?" She asked aloud." I don't want to wait until tomorrow!" She shuffled some more to face her darkening ceiling." Do you think I can sleep the rest of the evening away?"

Silence.

"I just want to make some new friends."

After a long night of pacing and small napping, it was finally morning. The girl couldn't have been happier. Around sunrise, the girl rushed down the staircase right outside her room's door. A couple of feet away, there was a plate on a table with two chairs. The girl took her seat and ate what was set out for her. She ate the two chocolate chip pancakes quickly before rushing back upstairs. A lime green backpack had appeared on the bed. It was plain, except for the name tag sewn on the top flap. It was white and simply said "Lolli." This was the girl's name.

Lolli stuffed her plush into the backpack and left the house with it. She lived in a small neighborhood. Less than five houses were on the same side of the block as her home. None of them had any children. That fact bothered Lolli, since she often wanted someone to play with. Her mind was very young, in that way. Even though she was starting middle school that morning.

Slowly, her path began to fill with students. Lolli smiled and waved at anyone who happened to look at her. She was mostly ignored. Soon, the large building was in sight. Lolli skipped past everyone else and headed inside.