Her world was like a transcendental function.

It could not be expressed in terms in a finite sequence.

Everyone tells their tale in a sequence.

The decay and growth of their stories trap listeners as they creatively spin the words to create a more interesting tale.

When she was younger, she hoped her life would be life a logistic curve.

Increase gradually at first, more rapidly in the middle of her life, and slowly at the end, leveling off at a maximum value after some period of time.

Before her life started looking like an exponential equation gone wrong, she had baseball.

She was a natural base. That’s what her coach called her.

Irrational, yes, but she knew what she was doing.

Although she was stuck on a common base, first base, she often fantasized what it would be like to be the pitcher.

Every practice and every game, she hoped the coach would grant her with a change of base, but it never came.

When she hoped her life would expand, it did nothing but condense.

Family passed, friends abandoned.

Her life became something she would have never imagined.

Nothing could help her. Not even common sense.

Everyone told her, “Focus on yourself; find other friends; you’ll be okay.”

The continuous compounding of those words made her crazy.

Who were they to say what would happen?

Now she just waits for her graduation day so she can go far away.

She waits for her life to go from negative infinity to positive infinity.