• I've been trying to go home... For a long time. But these streets, this town, is sending me another way. I don't know why I can never find my way home, I don't even remember how I got here. But, I do remember my room very vaguely. The queen sized bed that dominated one side of my room. The covers were purple with little cute white vines that knotted and intertwined between each other. The pillows white with purple flowers all over, the head board hard oak. It looked like a thrown with its on going horns that extended upwards. My wall beside my bed was covered in papers, art, pictures, and many other things i'd clumped up there. My dresser that was only a mirror and some drawers. I missed it, I missed it even though I didn't know where is was. I wanted to go to it horribly. Big wet globs of tears welled in my eye lids. I was prepared to go in an alley or a stall in some place, and cry. I tried to hold them back, but the hurt kept building up in my throat. I fell to the ground on the sidewalk of a brick road. I couldn't even move. I ground was cold and uninviting. No place for me, or anyone for that matter. I could feel tears rolling done my blood red cheeks, covering my face in water. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't keep moving not knowing where I'm going. I couldn't remember where I lived. I guess this was my fault, I'm only fifteen and I live in an apartment alone. Best part about all of this I didn't know where it was. "Just great! I'm stranded in London, my hometown!" I cried. The words bubbling out my mouth didn't even sound like me, didn't even feel right. I knew that if I didn't pull myself together then someone would see me in my desparate hour of need.
    I stood to my feet and walked down the narrow road. "Please let this be the way." I murmured. I could see my breath this time, it was getting cold. I trotted along down the street wiping away my tears. I looked up into a lit building and I saw, my home. I knew this because I finally remember the sign "Lolitas", it read, glowing a vibrant orange. Finally, I was here. I was home, no more tears and no more searching. "It's been a week. A long week. Maybe next time I'll remeber."
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