Some mornings Juno just can't sleep. Her apartment is awesome, but it's lonely. There's no sound of her dad snoring down the hall, or LB playing in her room. Bren isn't getting up to start coffee, humming a tuneless song in the kitchen. Most mornings Juno doesn't mind, but this morning has been awful. Her coat thrown on she's run out, not caring that it's early or she has to be at school in a couple of house. She runs toward the park, planning on losing herself in the trees. Maybe if she keeps running she'll finally end up back home. Bren might have gotten a dog and her dad would be so happy he'd buy her a car.

That's no what happens, though. It never is. She stops at the edge of trees, sitting on a rock and very determinedly not crying. Only she knows that she is, her cheeks cold where the tear stream down. There's just nothing she can do today, other than ride it out, and she hates it, even more than she hates this place for taking her away from her family.