The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly more than I was.
Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy said she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
After the museum, we went to the park. No one was there, for the clouds were growing black. Alexander, Lucy, Xander, and I laid in a row on the green grass, and watched the clouds roll in from the west.
“Mrs. Blevins isn’t going to be happy,” Lucy said after a few moments of cloud watching.
“Why do you say that?” I asked. Surely, Stacey had told her Lucy would be seeing me regularly.
“She didn’t want me to leave the house, because I’m grounded. She went to the grocery store, and I was bored, so I left. I went to see Xander, whom she does not like,” said Lucy.
“You shouldn’t have left since you knew she’d be mad,” said Alexander.
“I know, but I would rather get in more trouble than to stay there,” said Lucy grumpily.
“I’ve told you before, Lucy. If you want to live with me you can,” said Xander.
“First off, you’re homeless. Next, you’re thirteen. How do you expect to take care of yourself, and watch over an eight year old?” Lucy was somewhat jaded. I looked over at her. The shirt she wore was half-way up her stomach. She looked so young; I was scared about her and Xander- who was five years older than she- being so close.
“I figure the eight year old can take care of herself. She has done it before, she can do it again,” said Xander eyeing her with a sly smile.
“You’ve done what before?” Alexander asked Lucy.
“Lucy has a habit of running away. She will usually disappear for a week or two at a time. Every few months she goes,” said Xander.
“Why?” I asked.
“I need alone time, or I just need to get away from the perfectly plastic world known as Mrs. Blevins’s house,” Lucy said.
“I understand,” I said. “When I needed to get away from home, or the like, I would smoke up,” I started smoking weed when I was fifteen, around the time the diagnoses had been made.
“I do that, too,” said Lucy.
“You’re only eight, Lucy. Weed can kill you,” said Alexander concerned.
“I know it can, that’s why I don’t smoke that often. Every few months I’ll have a joint, maybe two,” said Lucy. I scooted closer and leaned near her ear.
“The only reason he’s so concerned is he smokes, too. Back when I was in the asylum, we’d go smoke together. He got hooked for a while, and he had a health scare,” I said. He blacked out from a marijuana overdose when I first got there. I had to cover his ass so Dr. Anozi wouldn’t end his internship. I wouldn’t have been able to stand not seeing him everyday, even then.
“I figured,” she said. “You’ll have to tell me about your time in the asylum sometime.”
“I will, but not right now,” I said.
“Okay,” said Lucy. We all sat in silence for a few moments. Xander sat up, looking into the trees on the other side of the park.
“Hey Lucy, come look at this!” Xander ran over to the trees. Lucy got up, and ran over to him. They stood looking down at something, I couldn’t tell what, though.
I heard Alexander chuckle. He moved closer to me, and put his hand in mine.
“I love her,” said Alexander watching Lucy and Xander.
“I do too, that’s why I was so…shocked. I couldn’t understand how you could leave that type of being,” I said.
“Do you think I could adopt her?” Alexander asked.
“I don’t know, considering you never claimed being her father,” I felt sad for him. He deserved to have her.
“I didn’t know about her, though. Not until Genette had died,” he said.
“I know, but do you think Social Services will believe you?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Alexander said.
“Alexander! Damien! Come over here!” yelled Lucy with excitement on her face. Alexander and I shared a look of joy. We walked over to them. They stood at the tree looking down. I peered over Xander’s shoulder. A chipmunk family sat by the tree, feeding. Two adults, and two baby’s, I smiled.
“I’m shocked they didn’t run off,” said Alexander.
“I know, but they seem to be comfortable with us,” said Xander.
“Let’s leave them alone so they won’t be frightened,” I said.
“Alright,” Lucy said, and followed me back up to where we sat before. Alexander and Xander came behind us. It started to sprinkle. I looked back up at the sky; the gray clouds were over us.
“Rain,” Lucy squealed while laughing. I smiled, and chuckled.
“I love the rain,” said Alexander. “It’s a temporary renewal for nature.”
“Indeed,” I agreed.
We stood out in the rain for a little while longer. Then the rain intensified. The sky started sobbing, and the tears fell in hard drops. We ran out of the park, Xander stayed. Alexander, Lucy, and I got into a cab. Lucy went home first, then Alexander, then me. I was worried; Grey was not going to be happy. I wanted to stay with Alexander and never go back to her. It wasn’t right to do that.
It was morally wrong, and I needed to get my things. I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure if Alexander would take me either. The cab stopped and I paid the fee. I got out of the car, and walked up the wet driveway. It was still raining; water ran off the sides of the house.
I walked up a few steps to the porch. I opened the door, and walked in. I was nervous, and I could feel a panic attack coming on. I checked the door to make sure it was shut. Then I went into the kitchen. Grey sat in one of the chairs, staring at me.
“Where have you been?” she asked with a dark look in her eye. She looked as if she were holding herself back from lashing out.
“With Lucy, my mentee, and her friend, Xander,” I said. I didn’t want to mention Alexander.
“All night?” she asked.
“Yes,” I lied; I couldn’t tell her about the club.
“Is that why Mrs. Blevins had Lucy with her all last night, and left her at home this morning grounded?” Grey asked, raising an eyebrow. She was pissed.
“I was with Xander,” I said.
“Why would you be with him? He isn’t even one of your clients,” Grey said.
“He’s a good kid, and I thought he needed some guidance,” I said, but that was true to an extent. He did need a little guidance. Living on the street cannot be good for a teenager.
“Tell me the truth, Damien,” said Grey.
“I am,” I said.
“No you aren’t. I can tell by the look in your eyes,” she said staring at me. I looked at my feet.
“I was with Alexander,” I admitted sheepishly. I was frustrated by the fact I could lie, but not stick to it.
“Dr. Laveney?” she asked. I forgot she wasn’t on a first name bases with him.
“Yes,” I said.
“Doing?” she asked.
“Confidential,” I said.
“Confidential my ass, Damien. I know what happened,” she said.
“Tell me then,” I said staring her straight in the face. She was starting to get under my skin in a way she had not done before.
“You’re sleeping with him!” she shouted. In that moment, everything froze as I let the realization of last night sink in.
Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy said she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
After the museum, we went to the park. No one was there, for the clouds were growing black. Alexander, Lucy, Xander, and I laid in a row on the green grass, and watched the clouds roll in from the west.
“Mrs. Blevins isn’t going to be happy,” Lucy said after a few moments of cloud watching.
“Why do you say that?” I asked. Surely, Stacey had told her Lucy would be seeing me regularly.
“She didn’t want me to leave the house, because I’m grounded. She went to the grocery store, and I was bored, so I left. I went to see Xander, whom she does not like,” said Lucy.
“You shouldn’t have left since you knew she’d be mad,” said Alexander.
“I know, but I would rather get in more trouble than to stay there,” said Lucy grumpily.
“I’ve told you before, Lucy. If you want to live with me you can,” said Xander.
“First off, you’re homeless. Next, you’re thirteen. How do you expect to take care of yourself, and watch over an eight year old?” Lucy was somewhat jaded. I looked over at her. The shirt she wore was half-way up her stomach. She looked so young; I was scared about her and Xander- who was five years older than she- being so close.
“I figure the eight year old can take care of herself. She has done it before, she can do it again,” said Xander eyeing her with a sly smile.
“You’ve done what before?” Alexander asked Lucy.
“Lucy has a habit of running away. She will usually disappear for a week or two at a time. Every few months she goes,” said Xander.
“Why?” I asked.
“I need alone time, or I just need to get away from the perfectly plastic world known as Mrs. Blevins’s house,” Lucy said.
“I understand,” I said. “When I needed to get away from home, or the like, I would smoke up,” I started smoking weed when I was fifteen, around the time the diagnoses had been made.
“I do that, too,” said Lucy.
“You’re only eight, Lucy. Weed can kill you,” said Alexander concerned.
“I know it can, that’s why I don’t smoke that often. Every few months I’ll have a joint, maybe two,” said Lucy. I scooted closer and leaned near her ear.
“The only reason he’s so concerned is he smokes, too. Back when I was in the asylum, we’d go smoke together. He got hooked for a while, and he had a health scare,” I said. He blacked out from a marijuana overdose when I first got there. I had to cover his ass so Dr. Anozi wouldn’t end his internship. I wouldn’t have been able to stand not seeing him everyday, even then.
“I figured,” she said. “You’ll have to tell me about your time in the asylum sometime.”
“I will, but not right now,” I said.
“Okay,” said Lucy. We all sat in silence for a few moments. Xander sat up, looking into the trees on the other side of the park.
“Hey Lucy, come look at this!” Xander ran over to the trees. Lucy got up, and ran over to him. They stood looking down at something, I couldn’t tell what, though.
I heard Alexander chuckle. He moved closer to me, and put his hand in mine.
“I love her,” said Alexander watching Lucy and Xander.
“I do too, that’s why I was so…shocked. I couldn’t understand how you could leave that type of being,” I said.
“Do you think I could adopt her?” Alexander asked.
“I don’t know, considering you never claimed being her father,” I felt sad for him. He deserved to have her.
“I didn’t know about her, though. Not until Genette had died,” he said.
“I know, but do you think Social Services will believe you?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Alexander said.
“Alexander! Damien! Come over here!” yelled Lucy with excitement on her face. Alexander and I shared a look of joy. We walked over to them. They stood at the tree looking down. I peered over Xander’s shoulder. A chipmunk family sat by the tree, feeding. Two adults, and two baby’s, I smiled.
“I’m shocked they didn’t run off,” said Alexander.
“I know, but they seem to be comfortable with us,” said Xander.
“Let’s leave them alone so they won’t be frightened,” I said.
“Alright,” Lucy said, and followed me back up to where we sat before. Alexander and Xander came behind us. It started to sprinkle. I looked back up at the sky; the gray clouds were over us.
“Rain,” Lucy squealed while laughing. I smiled, and chuckled.
“I love the rain,” said Alexander. “It’s a temporary renewal for nature.”
“Indeed,” I agreed.
We stood out in the rain for a little while longer. Then the rain intensified. The sky started sobbing, and the tears fell in hard drops. We ran out of the park, Xander stayed. Alexander, Lucy, and I got into a cab. Lucy went home first, then Alexander, then me. I was worried; Grey was not going to be happy. I wanted to stay with Alexander and never go back to her. It wasn’t right to do that.
It was morally wrong, and I needed to get my things. I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure if Alexander would take me either. The cab stopped and I paid the fee. I got out of the car, and walked up the wet driveway. It was still raining; water ran off the sides of the house.
I walked up a few steps to the porch. I opened the door, and walked in. I was nervous, and I could feel a panic attack coming on. I checked the door to make sure it was shut. Then I went into the kitchen. Grey sat in one of the chairs, staring at me.
“Where have you been?” she asked with a dark look in her eye. She looked as if she were holding herself back from lashing out.
“With Lucy, my mentee, and her friend, Xander,” I said. I didn’t want to mention Alexander.
“All night?” she asked.
“Yes,” I lied; I couldn’t tell her about the club.
“Is that why Mrs. Blevins had Lucy with her all last night, and left her at home this morning grounded?” Grey asked, raising an eyebrow. She was pissed.
“I was with Xander,” I said.
“Why would you be with him? He isn’t even one of your clients,” Grey said.
“He’s a good kid, and I thought he needed some guidance,” I said, but that was true to an extent. He did need a little guidance. Living on the street cannot be good for a teenager.
“Tell me the truth, Damien,” said Grey.
“I am,” I said.
“No you aren’t. I can tell by the look in your eyes,” she said staring at me. I looked at my feet.
“I was with Alexander,” I admitted sheepishly. I was frustrated by the fact I could lie, but not stick to it.
“Dr. Laveney?” she asked. I forgot she wasn’t on a first name bases with him.
“Yes,” I said.
“Doing?” she asked.
“Confidential,” I said.
“Confidential my ass, Damien. I know what happened,” she said.
“Tell me then,” I said staring her straight in the face. She was starting to get under my skin in a way she had not done before.
“You’re sleeping with him!” she shouted. In that moment, everything froze as I let the realization of last night sink in.
The next day was a horror show.The school was burned down to the ground.All we had left was some desks,chairs,and books.The princepal and the church owner said we can us the church.Its to scared us to death because Sally Gunsman was burned with the school.Her brother Brandon Gunsman
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?