Kianda

6 *Sasha*

When I get home, I throw my coat onto the coat rack. My mom asks me where I've been so late, and I tell her I went to the archery club to apply. "It's good you want to settle in here, I like that. How bad it can be we have to move each year, I really don't want you to be sad," she says. I tell her I've got homework to do and want to go upstairs, because I know she doesn't have much time for me, but she stops me before I can walk off. "Why don't you do your homework here? I could help and we could talk, right?" "Yes! I never mind doing so. Thank you for making time for me, I know how busy you are," I answer. "Anything for my pretty little Kianda," she answers. We sit down in the living room and I open my math book. My mom looks in the book and says: "Well I don't think you'll need help with that. You've always been a mathematical miracle and you've had this for eight years now. I'll be sitting here and keeping you comfortable. Need something, dear?" She chuckles, and I smile. I love sitting with my mom and talking about nonsense while I make my homework. It makes me feel very happy. My mom and I have a very good bond together, we can do everything together and we never fight. I don't think a lot of girls can say that. Our bond has grown ever since that attack on my school. We're now only with the two of us, and we are very insecure of how long we might live. It can be for hundreds of years, but it can also be that this year is our last year together. We want to make the best of our lives.

After awhile, my mom starts about school. "How was your school day today? Have you made any friends? I know you hate it to leave them again, but you might be able to stay for another year. How's that idea?" She looks at me. I answer quickly, thinking of all the people I met today, and the first one who comes to my mind makes my answer clear, it's Jake. I don't know why he keeps bothering my mind, I have never felt like this before and I don't think it's a good feeling for the situation I'm in all the time. My answer goes: "Are you serious? I can stay for a year longer, this time? Oh, thank you mom, thank you! I'd love to stay here longer, I've met so many nice people, this school's been the best yet." I tell her about all the people I've met, Katy, Susie and Jane. She seems so happy to hear that I've actually made friends, and she makes me happy by that, too. I don't want her to be sad because I don't have any friends. But I know I don't want friends, because I know I'll leave next year anyway. Although, this time, I might want to keep my friends. I'll still be here next year, and without friends, that will be hard to survive. Even though there are more important things than friends in my life, I will try my best to make these years better than any else. Katy, Jake, and all the others just give me that spirit.

When I'm done about the girls, I start about Jake and Lucas, and the others. I know I can always be honest with my mom, so I tell her everything. Apparently, I talked a bit too much about Jake, because my mom says: "Well, I actually want to know this Jake now. Do you like him?" "Mom! No!" I answer. "How could I if I only met him today? No, I don't like him in such a manner. He's really nice, yes, he is, but to crush on him the very first day I met him, wouldn't that be too quickly?" My mom nods approvingly, but she chuckles while doing so. "Okay, okay. If you say so," she says. She doesn't believe me, and I understand her in that. I don't even know if I believe myself there.

"Anyway, as I were saying, I went to apply for the archery club this afternoon. The trainer is really friendly and he helped me and Jake through it all. I don't think I'll hate it here. Thank you, mom," I end my story. I don't want to frighten her, so I don't tell her about the stories I've heard about Sophie. "Thank you for everything. I love you," I say. She answers: "I love you too, honey."

I finish up my homework and my mom goes to the kitchen to cook for dinner. The rest of the evening continues in talking about this or that, but no more interesting subjects. My mom tells me about her work, which I always love to hear, because she works as an assistant for a multimillionaire.