There were a lot of things that Rosaleen liked to do that made her feel at peace and bring a smile to her face.

Rosaleen got into her car; her breath coming out short from running away from him.

As Rosaleen was walking down the hall to her class, she saw the boy at the end of the hall. He was looking at his phone, shaking.

With her hair in the wind and hands in her pockets, Rosaleen was watching the wind move the waves as if they had a will of their own.

Life is full of highs and lows, and even though Rosaleen hates everything cliché, those are the best lessons life can give.