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Laura's Story
Zack's POV
"Hey, Laura. You look good in Alex's clothes." I laughed.
"Well, thanks, but I can't wait to be in my own clothes again. This still feels kind of weird, especially since you guys are all so tall."
I looked down at her tiny frame, smiling. She was right. At her 5'2" height, she just barely came to Rian's chest, the shortest. I took a moment to completely look her over. She was so small.
"Speaking of that, I'm driving you to your house so you can pick up your stuff. You ready to go?" I inquired.
She shook her head yes, and followed me out the door to my beat-up, old, orange VW Bug.
"Haha, this is an awesome car!" She said
"Well hop in and direct me!"
She gave me directions to a school that I knew where it was, and I was kind of confused. When she realized that, she looked at me and said, "I'll explain when we get there. Hope you're not afraid to walk a little."
Well that was weird. But okay, what the heck.
Laura's POV
When we got to the school, I just told Zack to park on the street and follow me. I took the path for about half a mile before heading to the left to my little cottage. It felt weird, I had never had anyone here before.
As soon as I unlocked the door, I heard Zack take a deep breath and follow me in. I went straight to the corner that was my "bedroom" and sat down, going under the bed where I kept all of my clothes. Zack came over and sat down on the bed, a thoughtful look on his face. He was tapping his foot, and I just couldn't take it. That drives me crazy.
"What, Zack?" I said as I looked up, "What do you need to talk about?"
He looked up dazed for a second and said, " Sorry, I was just wondering....Do you really live here? All alone? And why? This is crazy, it is so not okay. This is like abuse! I know your parents are dead, but someone had to have been put in charge of taking care of you right?"
Wow. Well, this is a little loaded.
I sighed and began, "It's kind of a long story Zack. But you're the first person I've even trusted to come out here, so I'll tell it if you'll listen."
He just nodded.
"Well, my parents died when I was five. We lived in NYC, before I moved here to Baltimore. When they died, my aunt who lived here was put in charge of me and my brother. She was terrible. My only escape from her abuse was piano and self-harm. When I was 7, I started cutting myself. I learned piano when I was 4, and taught myself after my parents died and my aunt wouldn't bother to get me lessons. Soon after my 8th birthday, I woke up one morning on the floor of the apartment we lived in, where I usually slept, and everything was gone. There was just a note in my aunt's handwriting. It basically told me she didn't love me and couldn't afford me, but she could handle my brother. Oh, and that she had already told the landlord that they'd moved out, so I had to be out of there. I was on the streets, wandering around. I finally decided I'd be best off in the woods. So I went to school that day, as if nothing was wrong. After school, I came back in these woods and found this little shack, falling apart. I've worked at various churches as a musician to pay for clothes, a little food, and to keep this place in one piece ever since."
I paused for a second, and looked at Zack for his reaction. It was a mixture of pity, awe, and protectiveness.
"Laura...." He started, but I held up my hand to him.
"I don't want your pity, Zack. You've already helped me, by getting me away from here."
"I know this is an awkward question, but what about showers and stuff? I see your keyboard is battery powered, do you even have electricity?"
I just shook my head no.
"As for being clean, there's a stream not too far back. As far as food, well, I eat one meal a day, and that's at school." I can feel my cheeks turning red. I'm so embarassed.
I hear Zack get up from the bed and storm out of my little home. No wonder, he probably wants nothing to do with me anymore. Then I heard it: him crying. Really? Zack Merrick was crying because of my pitiful life story? Wow, he must actually care. I don't really know what to do.
Zack's POV
How? How is this possible? The world can be cruel I know, but what has this poor 15 year old done to deserve all of this? I feel the tears well up in my eyes, and I run outside to try and calm myself down.
"Zack?" I hear Laura ask in a tiny voice. She still looks so scared, and her cheeks are flushed bright red.
"Hey, Laura. You look good in Alex's clothes." I laughed.
"Well, thanks, but I can't wait to be in my own clothes again. This still feels kind of weird, especially since you guys are all so tall."
I looked down at her tiny frame, smiling. She was right. At her 5'2" height, she just barely came to Rian's chest, the shortest. I took a moment to completely look her over. She was so small.
"Speaking of that, I'm driving you to your house so you can pick up your stuff. You ready to go?" I inquired.
She shook her head yes, and followed me out the door to my beat-up, old, orange VW Bug.
"Haha, this is an awesome car!" She said
"Well hop in and direct me!"
She gave me directions to a school that I knew where it was, and I was kind of confused. When she realized that, she looked at me and said, "I'll explain when we get there. Hope you're not afraid to walk a little."
Well that was weird. But okay, what the heck.
Laura's POV
When we got to the school, I just told Zack to park on the street and follow me. I took the path for about half a mile before heading to the left to my little cottage. It felt weird, I had never had anyone here before.
As soon as I unlocked the door, I heard Zack take a deep breath and follow me in. I went straight to the corner that was my "bedroom" and sat down, going under the bed where I kept all of my clothes. Zack came over and sat down on the bed, a thoughtful look on his face. He was tapping his foot, and I just couldn't take it. That drives me crazy.
"What, Zack?" I said as I looked up, "What do you need to talk about?"
He looked up dazed for a second and said, " Sorry, I was just wondering....Do you really live here? All alone? And why? This is crazy, it is so not okay. This is like abuse! I know your parents are dead, but someone had to have been put in charge of taking care of you right?"
Wow. Well, this is a little loaded.
I sighed and began, "It's kind of a long story Zack. But you're the first person I've even trusted to come out here, so I'll tell it if you'll listen."
He just nodded.
"Well, my parents died when I was five. We lived in NYC, before I moved here to Baltimore. When they died, my aunt who lived here was put in charge of me and my brother. She was terrible. My only escape from her abuse was piano and self-harm. When I was 7, I started cutting myself. I learned piano when I was 4, and taught myself after my parents died and my aunt wouldn't bother to get me lessons. Soon after my 8th birthday, I woke up one morning on the floor of the apartment we lived in, where I usually slept, and everything was gone. There was just a note in my aunt's handwriting. It basically told me she didn't love me and couldn't afford me, but she could handle my brother. Oh, and that she had already told the landlord that they'd moved out, so I had to be out of there. I was on the streets, wandering around. I finally decided I'd be best off in the woods. So I went to school that day, as if nothing was wrong. After school, I came back in these woods and found this little shack, falling apart. I've worked at various churches as a musician to pay for clothes, a little food, and to keep this place in one piece ever since."
I paused for a second, and looked at Zack for his reaction. It was a mixture of pity, awe, and protectiveness.
"Laura...." He started, but I held up my hand to him.
"I don't want your pity, Zack. You've already helped me, by getting me away from here."
"I know this is an awkward question, but what about showers and stuff? I see your keyboard is battery powered, do you even have electricity?"
I just shook my head no.
"As for being clean, there's a stream not too far back. As far as food, well, I eat one meal a day, and that's at school." I can feel my cheeks turning red. I'm so embarassed.
I hear Zack get up from the bed and storm out of my little home. No wonder, he probably wants nothing to do with me anymore. Then I heard it: him crying. Really? Zack Merrick was crying because of my pitiful life story? Wow, he must actually care. I don't really know what to do.
Zack's POV
How? How is this possible? The world can be cruel I know, but what has this poor 15 year old done to deserve all of this? I feel the tears well up in my eyes, and I run outside to try and calm myself down.
"Zack?" I hear Laura ask in a tiny voice. She still looks so scared, and her cheeks are flushed bright red.
<3 Oh my gosh. This made my day. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!!!!!!!!!!
12/30/12