Carmen Karma[Adopted by MCR]

Chapter 8- Give 'em Hell, Kid

The lady was tall, she had long blonde hair flowing down her back. She quietly looked around the bus, inspecting each room very carefully. When it came to the bathroom she looked baffled, the bathroom was the cleanest part of the bus. Nobody really wants to piss in a dirty bathroom.

"Sweety, where are your items?" She smiled while looking at through the cabinet under the sink.

"Do you mean pads and stuff? I haven't had my period for like a month so I never thought to ask." I laughed nervously.

"Oh, well make sure you tell your father to buy you some." She smiled.

After checking the bathroom she went back to the bunk area, the messiest part of the bus. It wasn't so much the floor, it was the bunks. Ray, Bob, and Mikey's bunks were clean, but mine, Gerard's and Frank's were complete messes.

"Can I see your bunk dear?"

"Sure." I said opening the curtain to my bunk. My bunk had my drawing on the wall farthest to the back. There were several blankets, with two pillows. My bag was set in the corner, along with a pile of clothes. Stray pencils and paper were all over.

"My word, where do you sleep?" The lady chuckled.

"I move everything before I go to sleep! Plus, sometimes I sleep with Frank!" Real smooth Carmen.

"Sweetie calms down, this is completely normal for kids your age." She smiled sweetly. "Can I see Frank's bed?"

"Hehe...sure." Frank's bed is always the messiest. I opened the curtain across from mine and almost screamed. Frank's bed was completely spotless.

"Thank you, Carmen. We can go sit down now, I'd like to ask you a few questions." The lady smiled.

We walked back to the table. She sat down first and I sat on the opposite end of the table. I stared at her each time noticing something different.

"So you like to draw?" She asked digging in her purse.

"Yeah! It's a great way to get express emotions!" I said enthusiastically.

"Can you draw me a picture?" She asked.

I immediately went to my bunk and grabbed my pencils and a piece of paper. I quickly started sketching out a side profile of a man and a woman on both sides of the paper. I then sketched out Gerard knelt down hugging me and the others laughing. The man and the woman weren't smiling, in fact, they had no eyes only a mouth. In the end at the top of the paper, I used a darker black colored pencil to write the words "I Am Home." at the top. I gave her the picture and she smiled.

"Can you explain it to me?" She smiled placing down so we could both see it.

"Well, this is my mom and dad. I made sure not to give them eyes because eyes show the most emotional, they don't have emotions. Then this is me and the guys. Gerard is hugging me, and Ray, Mikey, Frank, and Bob are laughing and being happy." I said proudly.

"Who is who?"

"Ray has the afro, Frank is the short one, Bob is the one putting his arm around Mikey." I smiled.

"And that's how you feel here? You feel that happy?"

"Yes! They make me feel like an actual human, and that it's okay to be different."

"Did your biological parents make you feel like that?" For once she didn't smile. She had a very serious look on her face.

"Not really. Mom wasn't a people person, she was actually kind of an asshole. My dad was even worse, he was an alcoholic. I was never physically abused, but mentally was a different story." I sighed.