Raura [ON HOLD]

I sat in Mrs. Lynch's office, waiting for her to arrive. I thought about what to say to her but I knew it was no use, whatever I would say, she'd use against me. I just decided to take the blame and accept whatever punishment she gave me. I was just about to stand up again, when I heard her footsteps in the hallway and her door opening. She came in and her husband was trailing behind her. Yes! I thought. Mr. Lynch would stop her from punishing me. They sat across from me and Mrs. Lynch asked, "Do you know why you're in here?"

"Yes." I plainly said.

"Why?" She pressed.

"I cooked bacon for breakfast, and you just started your vegetarian diet."

"Precisely. Now, why did you do it Laura?" She asked racing her voice.

"Stormie." Her husband said, holding her hand to calm her down. I don't know why, but I thought that was so cute. Mrs. Lynch is really different with her husband, she's sweet, nice and even bubbly with him. In my opinion they're truly soul mates. Watching them together reminds me that Mrs. Lynch is a good person deep down, and it gives me hope... about finding love.

"Laura, are you deaf?"

"Oh." I said returning to reality, "Sorry. Umm.. Mrs. Lynch I'm really sorry I cooked the bacon.. I just wasn't thinking. I was hungry at the time and I guess I had a craving for bacon or something and I just accidentally cooked it. I know I did wrong and I regret it terribly. Is there anything I can do.."

"No. Laura you are going to..." Mrs. Lynch started angrily.

"Be excused." Mr. Lynch cut her off.

"Are you sure you.." I started, looking at them cautiously.

"Go on Laura." He smiled at me.

I looked over at Mrs. Lynch, but she said nothing.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Lynch." I said.

"It's nothing." He said.

I was just about to walk out of the room when he said, "And Laura?"

"Yes?"

"You can call me Mark okay? I'm no Mister Lynch," he laughed, "that's my father."

"Okay....Mark." I said awkwardly, "Thank you, again."

I then walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.

I ran towards the kitchen, where I knew Ness would be cleaning up.

Once she saw me approaching, she ran to me with a worried look on her face, "What happened?"

"Im off the hook!" I smiled. "All hail Mr. Lynch!" I said bowing my head and arms.

"All hail Mr. Lynch." Ness said pulling me into a hug.

11 hours later (7:49 pm)

Finally. Ness and I finished another day of work. And the good news is that Mrs. Lynch didn't seem mad at me anymore... at least not more than she usually does.

Ness and I were in our room and she went right to sleep. She's an early sleeper and an early bird. She's weird.
I'm a late sleeper and a late waker ;)
I was in my bed though, and I decided to open up my journal. I write lyrics for fun. Being a musician has always been a dream of mine and I just love music. That, I decided, is what I would do for the rest if my life if I had the chance. But that's impossible...... I shook my head and started thinking of what to use for the chorus of my new song. Hmm...

Oh!

I picked up my pen and started writing:

No matter where I go...
There's no place like home,
There's no place like home,
No no no matter where I go...
There's no place like...
Home.

I started crying. A tear landed in my book and I shut it and put it away. I lay in my bed with the sheets over my head. I stared out the only window in my room and looked to the moon. I was really mad at myself for crying, but I couldn't help it. With this song I... just couldn't help thinking about my parents. That's why I wrote the song. Because there is no place like home and Ness and I... never had that...

Ugh! Why mom and dad! Why did you ditch us?! Were we not good enough?!

More tears streamed down my cheeks and I couldn't help but wonder.. at this moment where are they? Dead? Looking at the moon? Holding another child?

What are they like? Are they still together? Do either of them like music? Do I look like either of them? What are their names for crying out loud? Anything? ....

Why? Why do we have this life? Why us? Why does anyone have to feel this? God... Help me. A few muffled cries left my mouth, but I quickly quieted down again. I didn't want to wake Ness up.

Sometimes.....I wish I was dead.

I lay face down on my pillow and continued weeping. Sometime along the night, fatigue over powered my sorrow and I slowly drifted to sleep.