The stars are falling into our hands,

Warmth better than gold,

And when I wake in the morn,

I'll have internal riches untold…

Lark finished singing the lullaby to herself as I dragged in the last box with a huff. "What is this?" I crossed my arms and glared at the stupid, ridiculously heavy box. I had to partially drag it up the wooden stairs until I finally reached the kitchen, where my older sister ordered me to, quote, "Leave it be and get out- It's private!"

She smiled. "Well, looks good! You can just head up to your room and unpack. Your furniture is in there, thanks to those movers." She twirled and bent over something I couldn't see. I tried to peek, but she noticed and spun sharply. "Lily, if you don't get up into your room or somewhere else, I swear I'll throw your gummy bears out the window!"

I gasped in horror, unable to believe she'd do that to my wonderful gummy bears I love so much. I sulked all the way to my room, which was honestly just the attic. To think she'd, my own sister, throw out my perfectly amazing gummy bears will haunt me forever. I plopped on my bed to look out the window, which happened to be right at my bed. I suppose Lark ordered it to be that way, seeing as she knew I love windows that overlook anything.

The day was warm, with a slight breeze and the soothing sound of rustling leaves filled the air. People bustled about below, walking instead of driving usually, since the town was tiny and it was honestly easier to walk. A group of tan teenagers moved through, followed by giggling children and their carefree parents. I smiled. Life here was laidback, unlike life before with Mother and Father. They were always rushing. Here, we could unwind and relax. I loved it.

I rolled over to face the ceiling. It wasn't anything extraordinary; that's what I loved. The thought was brought on by a book I read, actually. The book had two kings and queens. Two were light and happy, known for their brilliant deeds and general shine. The other two were darker and generally less liked. I loved the dark half more than the light. When you think about it, ordinary can mean brilliant. I'm happy to be ordinary.

Before I realized, my eyes drooped and my dreams were of the moon illuminating a lovely pond; wonderfully ordinary in itself, but to me, it meant beautiful.

~Time Skip~

Lark shook me awake with an odd look on her face. I rubbed my eyes slowly and yawned. "How long did I sleep?"

"Just over an hour. I hesitated to wake you; you seemed so serene." I smiled at her. "And you haven't looked that happy since…since Mom and Dad died." A frown appeared within nanoseconds. It's true; I haven't been happy. My parents were never there. It's not tragic; we just didn't have any love in the family. Mother and Father liked us, maybe, but there was no real love. I doesn't bother me they died…except I hate lying to myself.

"I'm fine." I responded, a bit sharp. "So you woke me up for a reason, right?"

She bit her lip, obviously chastising herself for saying something to make me almost aloof. "I was thinking about going to the beach. It's a good day, and we could meet some locals. How about it?"

I tried to smile, but it was a weak, wobbly attempt. I didn't mean to make her sad or upset; it's just a hard subject and I become aloof when bothered. "Sure. I'll be down in 10 minutes."

She nodded gratefully and glided out, calling, "Wear a sweater, but you don't really need a jacket unless you want to wear one!"

I stood with a groan, stepping over to the dresser to pull out a crimson sweater along with dark jeans, ready to make myself look as if I actually cared about if my hair looked.

But deep down, I was still aching for my Mom and Dad.

Okay, so first fanfiction… How was it? *worries* Was it horrible? Did you make it through? What can I do to make it better? Do you like ham? Merry Christmas!