The Child on the Streets(UNDER MAJOR EDITING!!!!)

Perfect People(Avi's POV)

     The trio had just finished talking about the two preteens who literally just stared at the house without blinking. Literally no blinking. Scott explained the situation to me and Kevin and he went back into group leader mode.
     "Ok Mitch set up the table," Scott said.
     "On it," he said.
     "Kirstie set up the food with him," Scott said.
     "Ok," she said.
     "Kevin explain everything to those two over there. I mean everything. Tell them about the house, about Kirstie's injury, about the child, the caring, and other stuff along those lines. Except...don't tell them about how Kirstie's singing was effected. They don't know that yet. Mitch told me," he said.
     "Of course," he said and he walked over to Samantha and Meredith who instantly smiled brightly at the sight of Kevin.
     "Avi organize the paperwork and stuff we finished earlier," Scott said.
     "I'll get right to it," I said nodding my head. I started piling the papers scattered around the living room couch and floor. We came up with some new lyrics but we weren't sure about it so we threw them away. Plus we needed Kirstie and Mitch there but they were gone at the time.

(Btw it's 1:30 AM right now, at the time I'm writing this, so if this doesn't make sense it's because I'm delusional)

"Wait where do I put them?" I asked holding the stack of papers in my arm.
     "Uhh...I'm not sure. Kirstie? Do you have a place to put papers? Papers about tour and songs and stuff?" Scott asked.
     "In my office upstairs. Doesn't matter where you put them. Furthest door down the hallway to the left," Kirstie answered back from the kitchen.
     "By the way, you don't use two ands in the same sentence, Scott," Kevin said.
     "Stop being smart!" Mitch yelled from the dining room.
     "That's funny," Meredith said giggling.
     "Everything's funny," Samantha said laughing.
     "Ok back to explaining about all this stuff," Kevin said to the two girls.
     "Awww. Come on. I want to do something fun," Samantha whined.
     "Too much explaining," Meredith agreed.
     "Well school is worse," Kevin said.
     "Depends which school," Meredith said.
     "What do mean?" Samantha asked.
     "There are about 10,393 schools in California and over half of them are very strict. According to recent studies of the aced unit intellectuals depending on the way the students are taught effects the behavior, attitude, and IQ levels they receive," Meredith said.

(Ask anyone and you would know that is actually what I would say in my abstruse mode...aka hard to understand mode...aka smart mode...ok I'm done)

     Mitch almost dropped a plate. Kirstie turned the sink off in surprise. Scott stared with an eyebrow raised. Samantha had a confused look on her face. Kevin smiled proudly, like he expected it or something. I nearly let go of the sheets of paper.
     "What? I read some of my pocket dictionary on the bus ride here," Meredith said.

(That is...accurate)

     "Ok...I'll just go now," I said before going to the stairs, slowly balancing the papers in my hand, and walking up them. I found Kirstie's office and opened the door. There was a desk against the wall and a small table in the corner. I decided to put it there. I walked over to it but I realized there were already some other papers on it. I put the recent papers in my hand on the ground next to the table and picked up one sheet of paper on it.
     "These look like song lyrics," I said to myself. I picked up a different paper.
     "Are these piano notes?" I asked to no one in particular. I looked at both papers closely.
     "They match. It's a freaking song. Kirstie wrote a song by herself...why?" I thought out loud. Again I looked at the lyrics and the notes to try and imagine what the song would sound like. When I finally got some sort of idea of what it would sound like it hit me like I should've known it for a long time.
     "It's a love song for Mitch...but she can't sing it...her injury," I whispered. I saw a calendar on the wall and took a quick look. On Sunday there was a note that said 'finalize song'. Probably the song I was holding in my hands. I put it back down on the table. On Monday there was note that said 'show to group and confess feelings to Mitch'. No need confess to Mitch anymore, I thought.
     "But you still can't sing," I said sadly. I sighed and walked out of the room. That's when an idea hit me.
     "I can fix this...but I need help," I said quietly. Then I smiled. And I know two of the perfect people, I thought.

Sorry if this sucks! Sorry if this is awful! Sorry I haven't posted in like 5 million years! I'm gonna edit this when I wake up. It's like 2:00 in the morning right now...well at the time I'm writing this sentence.