A Safe Haven

"On my own, pretending he's beside me." I sang along with my old iPod as I walked home from school. Yeah I tend to prefer old showtunes to that old Bieber guy or Dubstep. I like Newsies or Les Miserables. I guess that's one of the reasons I get bullied at school. Things were so much easier when Max was here.

My best friend was Max Kenton; in fact he was my only friend. I'm not exactly considered cool with the people I know. I listen to showtunes while the people at my school don't, I don't wear tank tops or shorts that show my butt, and I read books like "The Lord of the Rings" and books on Greek mythology, while "normal" girls read biographies on One Direction and stuff. Max is the only person who has never called me weird.

About three years ago when we were eleven, his mother Caroline died and he had to go to court to see who would have custody of him. His Aunt that he'd never met, or his deadbeat dad who left him and Caroline when he was a baby. I was left alone. Caroline was more of a mom to me then my own drugged out mother ever was, but Max was sent away and I was stuck here with my good for nothing. Max and I stayed in contact for a little while but that kind of fizzled out, I mean I saw him on T.V. every once in a while with Atom, but it's not the same as actually talking to him.

I walked in the door of my house, it's nothing fancy but it keeps a roof over my head. I plopped my bag on the ground (something my mother hates) and walked into the kitchen to get a snack, and saw a note on the fridge.

Dear Haven,

Don't expect us home anytime soon,

your father and I trust you to be responsible on your own. We'll be gone for a good six months.

There's some emergency money on the shelf above

the stove.

-Mom

Wait…..WHAT? I knew my parents were crazy but not this crazy! All right that's it, straw that broke the camel's back. I pulled my phone out and dialed a number that I never thought I would again.

Max.