Inspiration Alone {Working Title}

Under the perpetually falling autumn leaves, she sat calmly with her arms delicately folded around her legs.  The brisk wind brought her black hair whipping against her cheeks.  Her eyes briefly glanced up as people passed by every so often, but generally she kept them lowered as if in passive defense against the world.  Her nervous habits had already revealed themselves today.  She chewed lightly on her fully-shaped lower lip before rubbing her two lips together in a back and forth motion.  Since she had no one to talk to, she eagerly unzipped her book bag and pulled out a torn notepad with random illegible designs covering the front.  She flipped through about fifty pages until she reached the middle and just gazed at the blank sheet.  Frantic thoughts ran through her mind; they all seemed to fit together until her pen ink finally touched the paper.  As if someone knocked over a glass of milk, her thoughts spilled back into the dark corners of her mind where they originated from.1