A/N a saddish one-shot about lilo and her thoughts on her life before and after her perants deaths.

Lilos Thoughts.

I used to be lonely with only people who tormented me for company. I once called them my friends, now I actually know the true meaning of the word I can see that they never where. They would make up stories and cruel names for me all the time; I used to think it was just playing so I brushed it off.

"What do you want weird-lo" "Look out its freak girl, don't let her contaminate you!" "Did you know that she insane? Believes in mummies and vampires."

Then there where the ones that no matter how much I tried to ignore I couldn't.

"Hey there goes orphan girl!"

No ones called me that since I broke myrtles nose.

When mom was alive shed tell Nani and me all about the lonely little werewolf and the wingless pixy. She was always the one to comfort me when the teasing got too much, dad would be the one who made the funny faces and had stern talks with the parents, they actually left me alone for a little bit too. Then they died.

I still remember when I got up in the morning and I couldn't find them, they weren't sleeping in, or at the table, or in the garden, or any where and then the police officer showed up.

Mom always told me I was good at reading peoples faces, in this case she was right, the guys face said it all. I never waited for the news, I bolted. I remember running down the driveway, then Main Street towards our favorite look out. That's where my memory blurs into one giant ball of sound and mud, lots of mud. It coated everything, the police cars, the ambulance, the wreck, the stretchers.

I spent he next week wrapped in Moms favorite quilt and Dads old shirt leafing threw old crumbling photo albums, each holding a memory from a happier time. I think that's where my love of photography came from. If it was captured in a picture I would never forget it.

It took Nani a month to get me out of the house and talking again, in the end only because she broke down and cried in front of me, I'd forgotten she was my sister not just some one intruding on my space like all the rest of the town.

A month latter I meat Stitch, he was to be the first and most important member of my new o'hana. We've had our fights and brawls but he's always there for me when I need him, even if it's just help getting myrtle off my back.

With Stitch came Pleakly and Jumba, my 'Aunt and Uncle' so to speak. Even by my standard they act strange sometimes but I love them any way, they can always make me smile.

I'm forgetting someone big here, David. I think he was a part of our o'hana even before Stitch Jumba and Pleakly I just never really noticed it. He's a goofball and laid back but he has some good advice under that 'fancy' hair cut of his. Plus Nani's crazy about him and vise-versa, Mom always said they'd make a good couple, Dad said they reminded him of how he had to try for years before he got mom's attention.

To quote stitch. "It's little, and broken but still good, still good."

I'm not lonely any more.


steelfether11; any good? gives hopeful little smile only to be pelted with tomartos fine then goes off to sulk

can i just fit in a little thanks to reveiwers of my other storys please? thankyou all very very much, its nice to know that you took the time to type one up, even if its just a quick one.