"Try again", she thought… Without listening to the noise made by hidden words in her mind. It was like this every day and by the end of it there was that felling of “déjà vu”. She will try again as if she already knew what was coming. "Maybe today"… are the words that slip through her lips now and then.
All she ever wanted was to find a purpose in her life. Something that could make her feel something. Her father had always said she was meant to achieve great things. Only her father thought that. He was her father.