Lydia hummed softly as she cleaned her room. She put up pictures of her family, flowerpots by the window, and other decorations to give the room warmth.

 She refused to let the bullying get to her head. She even asked the janitor to change the lock on the door.

 She even had a latch installed to avoid the horrifying situation Ola went through.

 Lyidia was determined to make the space hers, and was confident in achieving it.

Her phone rang, breaking the comfortable silence. Lydia  grinned brightly as her sister’s caller ID appeared on the phone. 

A silly picture and a familiar grin flashed on the screen. The phone itself...