Just A Girl Thing

Chapter 20

(Brinna's POV)

"I think we should visit home." Lizzy said. We were in our room at the foster house. We just woke up and were staring at the cealing.

"What do you mean? We're here but I wouldn't consider this a 'home'." I say. Liz sometimes is confusing. Most of the time I can figure this stuff out but I'm so lost. My stomach gurgles. "And I'm hungry."

"No like home, home. Before all this happened. See if our neighbor hood rebuilt itself. See if any old friends are there." She says.

"Why do you want to go back there? Everyone died, Liz. I saw, and so did you. What makes you think there would be anyone there that would want to see us again?"

"I told you why I want to go back, to see family friends. You don't possibly think everyone died, do you? We were not the only survivors."

"Still, I don't want to go. To many memories. And if we do see someone we know, then we'll be all hugged and crap and they'll star crying and that's a pretty contagious thing. I've been just about three years dry-eyed and I'm not breaking it for some fat, old person that I barely remember."

"I don't know why your making such a big deal out of it. We should just go. It's going to happen sooner or later." Liz is just so set on this.

"Fine. Let's eat then we'll take a quick visit. Like a drive by." I give in.

*•*•*

I'm driving Lizzy's car. I'm only driving because 'I know the roads', as Liz claims. This thing is like her damn baby.

As I'm driving, we pass a beat down part of town. Yeah, Mrs. Morre is pretty loaded but I don't think she put it towards a house in a nicer neighbor hood. Just the children. So pretty much what we're driving through is the ghetto.

I glance over at Liz and I see tears welling up in her eyes.

"Aw Liz don't cry." I say putting my hand on her shoulder.

"I can't help it!" She wines, tears finally falling over the edge. "All these poor children starving, cold, homeless! It's what could've happened to us, Brinna!"

"Yeah but it didn't! These kids aren't homeless, they have really small houses further back. I've seen them. They just come up out here to play."

"We got lucky Brinna. I hope you see that now. Try and open up to the old women, will you? She's helped us, especially you, so much." Why does Lizzy have to be so emotional? It's a trait that she takes after my mother. I have my dad's personality. Hard. It's ironic, really, that our parents got married. I guess they just balanced each other out.

*•*•*A few hours later*•*•*

We're now back to our old home. Someone came back and rebuilt this little town. It's all wood panels and pastel. Like something you'd find on the beach. It really look like a happy place. Totally not fitting for what happened here nearly three years ago. Lizzy cries as she looks out at the window.

The house has plenty of land scaping, mostly white and pink rose bushes and vines along with pampas grass short around the newly laid walk-way. It has nice big windows with sun dividers. The little porch is just a corner by the front door and has white wood railing outlining it. Best of all, whose ever little rich ass fixed this place up got the driveway printed. No, there's actually something to top that. The house's color was a sea foam blue. Just like my room. Why couldn't the builder have painted it regular pastel blue or green, or even pink?

"Have we stayed here long enough?" I asked Liz through my teeth, trying to hold back tears. I will not cry because I don't care. I don't care.

"I suppose you don't want to go by the school?" She questions. I don't care.

"No." I say. Short and simple. No use arguing. I don't care.

We drive most of the way home in silence. Excusing the radio. Liz breaks the wordless atmosphere with a request to go to subway. I ask her why because I forgot my purse, the stupidest thing I've done yet. She says she want to get two dozen sandwiches for those ghetto children. I oblige and she pays for them with me agreeing to pay her back half.

I drive a little more until we reach our destination. I park by a curb, fairly close to the main street I case anyone tries to get fancy with our car. Liz get out first with a dozen, then I get out with the other dozen after triple-checking that the doors are locked.

We begin to pass them out. All the little children come rushing towards us with huge grins on their faces. It makes me so happy inside to know what I'm doing is benefiting them so well. I have about ten kids in line bouncing up and down for food. As if they've never seen it before... they actually might not have. I see why Liz was crying now. I distract myself by passing out sandwiches to happy little people with Lizzy by my side. We remind each on of them to share with a friend.

I wonder what it'd be like to have a kid of my own. I mean, I'm only seventeen in high school but I still think about it time to time. Having the most beautiful child I've ever seen running around my house. Playing with other kids at the park. Picking them up and smothering with hugs a kisses. I also think about what it'd feel like to be pregnant. Having a little baby growing inside of you. Feeling it's kicks and rubbing my big belly. Walking around with a giant arch in my back. I think it'd be magical and painful. Of course, Lesley, Kendall, Jessi, and I have all talked about it. In fact, these talks have been becoming more and more frequent.

After all the food was handed out, Liz and I climb back into the car.

"That sure was an eventful day." Liz mentions.

"Yes, yes it was." I agree and lean down to blast the A/C and radio. With all the excitement, it's time to hit the hay. So far, these days have been flying by. Just one more day and Lizzy will be gone once more. I'm pretty sad but she'll be back soon enough again.