"I really do hate these balloons," she said as she lay on the ground, trying to decide whether she should use the pink and purple as a theme for her rooftop party later that evening. She hadn't even wanted to throw a party in the first place. Her friends came up with the idea, and like always, Kiersten was pressured into organizing it all. She got up and walked around the roof, carefully checking the tables she had set up earlier. She had a knack for organizing and making things look nice. And although she was great at it, she never fully enjoyed it. It was a burden to make things look better than her last event and frankly, she couldn't do it anymore.

She glanced over at some napkins that had blown close to the edge of the roof. Some fluttered over the edge. How she wi