Her alarm clock went off at a different time every morning to keep her on her toes: today, at six-thirty-two. She hit the ground running: showered, dressed and ate in twenty minutes, beating feet back to her room. On her desk was a single book, her place marked by two yellow ribbons. She opened to the clean, blank page under the header 'A New Day', took a pen from the nearby jar and wrote:

Today, I will find what I'm looking for.

Smiling, she tied the ribbons in her hair and was out the door.

Every page says the same thing.