The next day found Ty walking around his suburban neighborhood. He wasn't usually one to take random walks but today he felt the need for excitement, and if he couldn't find some, he would make some.
Ty passed by Marcy Dawson's house, a girl from school that he knew. He stopped and looked towards the house. Instantly the house looked transparent to his eyes revealing that the only one home was Marcy. She was in her room painting something. Ty remembered that Marcy was a pretty good artist. He also remembered that she wasn't very popular, not being one of the more attractive girls in school and avoiding the social cliques didn't help in that area.
Ty felt an urge to go in and talk to her.