Good Luck Charlie (Or is it Teddy?)

Chapter thirteen

Teddy:POV

I stood at the bus stop, and waited until the bus came to take me home. My first home. The bus pulled up, and I hopped in. I took a seat all the way in the back. I put my head in my hands. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I checked my watch. 5:15 (cue the song 5:15 by Bridgit Mendler) the bus stopped in front of my house.

This is it.

I got out, and stood in front of the front door. I shakily took the house key out of my pocket. I put it in the lock, and turned it. When I opened the door the house was pretty much the same as I saw it last time. I slowly creeped over to the front room. Where would my birth certificate be? Maybe mom and dads room? I took the latter that I used last time, and carefully put it by where the stairs used to be. I slowly climbed up and crawled to my parents door. What if when I open this door I find them dead? Or what if the room is such a mess that I can't walk in?

I slowly opened the door, and found that the ceiling now covered most of the floor. I walked in and slowly glanced over to the direction if my parents bed. Empty. "Thank god..." I mumbled. I stumbled over to the their closet, and right when jumped over

a pile of plaster. Another boat load of the ceiling came crashing right behind me. "Spencer would be so mad right now" I whispered to myself.

I slowly shuffled around the files in the closet. Nothing. I slowly walked out of Mom and Dads room, and stood in the hallway for a second.

I know it won't be in here but... I walked into the room of the guy who I will never see again, who changed me forever.

Pj

I quietly opened the door, and saw that it was just like it was before he died. Technically it's Gabes room too, but...it reminds me more of Pj than Gabe. There was no plastered covered floor, or holes in the walls. It's almost like, it was protected by a force field when the tornado hit. I sat on his bed, and buried my head in my hands, and silently sobbed. I just miss him so much. Right I. The middle of my cries, the entrance way of his door got blocked up by the most

of the ceiling coming down.

"Crap..." I mumbled.

There's no food, no water.

I'm gonna die here...