The cursor parked on the Notepad icon. Courtney took a deep breath, and clicked it. A twitch of insecurity pervaded her when the blank canvas that was the text application popped up on her laptop screen. She looked around, certain someone was watching her and judging her. Yet the only other soul she found in the room was Sierra, who was lying innocuously on the bottom bunk, minding her own affairs. Courtney blinked, and turned back to the computer. No, she reasoned to herself, it's okay. She's not even here. CHAPTER 1 "I'll never be a writer," she whispered. "What is it about?" "Do you need help?"