Temporary Home

Chapter Five

I took a deep breath and then started my story, " Well, my real name is Lily Remmings, and my three uncles that I live with are apparently men that kidnapped me when I was a baby and I have been moving around all my life, so they wouldn't be caught. Milo's parents were involved in my case when I was little and when I came over to their house, his mom recognized me." As I went on I could see the sympathy in her eyes and she gave me a bone-crushing hug.

I wiped my eyes and then laughed a bit. "So what do you think about making some brownies? I have some mix down in the kitchen and I am dying for something sweet." I grinned and we made our way to the kitchen and I excitedly tore open the box. After we put the brownies in the pan and put it in oven, we started to go through reading magazines. "You know," I said nervously, "this magazine sleepover stuff looks so much more fun in the movies." I laughed and then opened up the oven. "Are these brownies cooking in like slow motion?" I said pouting and Rachel took out a tub of fudge frosting and two spoons. I grinned and took a scoop of the delicious frosting.

"You know, you're probably the closest thing I've ever had to a friend," I said smiling at her, "so thank you. It means a lot to me." She smiled at me and we started to talk all about every one from school, she even broke out a yearbook and was pointing out all the nice people and the people I might want to avoid. I felt comforted here, but I guess that's how friends were supposed to make you feel. We heard a ding and I stood up and shouted, "Bless the lord they're done!!!" She laughed at me but matched my enthusiasm as she pulled them out of the oven and set them aside to cool off.

We were sat on the couch watching Mean Girls around three AM and I was about ready to pass out and I laid down onto a pillow and said goodnight to Rachel and I just heard her snore. I smiled as I fell asleep. When I woke up, being shaken by Rachel and her shouting something about the two of us being late, my eyes burst open and I started to scramble up and resided to wearing my leggings from yesterday and an old t-shirt. Today just needed to be over and done with so that I could get out of here.

When I got to school, I couldn't even formulate words. I just felt ugh, going to bed at three in the morning on a school night was seriously not a great idea. When I saw Milo and I just felt so much relief wash over me, I almost sprinted to him and gave him a hug. "Is it really necessary for us to go to school?" I asked pouting up at him. He laughed a bit and then we started to walk to art, which we had first period. I really needed an easy day right now. I was still terrified of what Bradley would do to me if they found out I was running away.

I trudged into my math class feeling as if my head was filled with bricks. I sat in a seat in the back corner and I kept to myself during the class, only answering when called on. My eyes were glued to the clock and I felt as if every tick was booming throughout my head, every tick bringing me another moment closer to being out of this school and towards my future. I jerked in my seat as the bell rang, looking up to see everyone almost sprinting out of the room.

Eager to get out of here, I shoved my textbook into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I was seriously not in the mood to be here, I just wanted to go to Milo's house. At least it feels almost like a home there. I made my way down the hall and went into the art room. I sat at a chair and sat with my legs crossed like a child in preschool. Looking around the room, I felt mesmerized. All of the bright colors surrounding me almost turned my day around, lifting me up and clearing my head.

The break had ended and people started to fill in the class. I was feeling much better as Mrs. Hanley walked in and Milo was sat right beside me. I felt like I could make it through the day now. "Today we are going to be using reference pictures," Mrs. Hanley said smiling," take one of these examples and use your own medium. When the stack of papers reached us, my eyes fell on the paper printout of Starry Night and I snatched it from the pile as if it were the piece of food that was going to save me in the Hunger games.