This plot line came to me in a series of dreams I had on thanksgiving break. I give thanks to my imagination. And a little inspiration from "Freedom Writers." The best story told in a classroom, of a classroom.

-Seth + OC

-Edward + Bella

-Alice + Jasper

-Rosalie + Emmett

-Carlisle + Esme

-Jacob + Reneesme

-Charlie + Sue

-OC + OC

If I get a fact wrong, use your imagination and fix it.

[One]

Today we learned about the Holocaust. In English.

Like always, I was sitting in the very back, pushed my seat next to the wall. Like I'm invisible, everyone leaves me out of the snickers and jokes. A guy drew a picture of a black guy with big lips. The teacher, whose name I do not recall, exploded, trying to teach the kids that this could lead to a Holocaust. And it did, first time around.

The guy who drew the picture asked what the Holocaust was. Only two people raised their hands when she asked if anyone knew what the Holocaust was. Those two; Ben and I.

I was significantly surprised.

It doesn't matter though; I'm going to leave this place soon. I'm going to Washington to live with Uncle Something, on the account of my mother's death.

Great. Now I have to start over at trying to become invisible. I just succeeded now, and I've lived here my whole life.

Fucking Perfect.

The trip home is tricky. I take the school bus to the first stop, walk a good three miles, (usually in the downpour of tree leaves that are so dry they hurt when they scratch,) and take a left for another two-mile walk. I call it my trip to the gym. And they give me an F in physical education. Pfft.

I bump into Earl, my neighbor and guardian until the plane ride to Neverland.

I walk into a room that is filled to the top of closed cardboard boxes. They are going to whatever family my mother has left. Sure she trusts Uncle Something with the rest of my life, but not with her precious values?

My room has nothing but a mattress and my clothes in it. There is a bag of toiletries, and a pile of duffle bags ready to go, besides the empty one on top. I take a shower scrubbing the pain and filth and hurt and sun off. No tan. I'm not an outside kind of person.

I leave in two hours. The truck that picks up Mom's things comes in three. I hope Earl remembers to give them to the man.

I dress and pack the last of my things. I'll have dinner there. I've just remembered what my uncle's name is. Charlie.

I have my passport in my inside pocket, and I am loaded into the car. Earl drives me and says bye. We weren't that close. He never looks back, when he drives off. I head to the plane.

I have three big duffle bags that the lady sys she'll put in the captain's closet. That leaves two. I put one backpack in the space above my head, and the other is a breakables bag. I put it in my lap.

I have to get on two planes, and then I am left to find my ride. I carry one heavy duffle bag in each hand, and one my shoulder. I have a regular backpack on my back, and a book bag across my chest. I also have a little hand-made quarter bag across my chest, too. It has the most valuable things in it.

I am buried in belongings, and wish I had wined less for books.

I see an Indian in the drivers' section, holding a sign that says ELL CHARLES. I don't know him, but I have no choice. I'm going to drown in cargo.

"Hello." I say to him and him nods, absentmindedly. Then it hits him.

"Oh! Are you Ell?" I nod, and he smiles. "I'm Jacob, my dad and your uncle are best friends. I'll give you a ride." I don't know Charlie at all, so I wouldn't be able to tell if this is a lie. Unsafe, but I'll take my chances.

Jacob takes the two bags in my hands in one of his, and the one on my shoulder in the other. Wow. Strong.

We walk out to the parking lot, and there is a rabbit in the spot he stops at. Cute.

He puts the duffels in the trunk and reaches for the breakable book bag. I step back instantly, afraid of what might happen to them in the trunk. He looks at me weirdly.

"Breakables." I whisper, looking down. I hand him my worthless backpack. We're off.

He's driving me to Charlie's, first. Staying there until I am done packing then, we'll go to wherever my uncle is.

We pull up to a small two-story house in the middle of nowhere.

He shows me to my room, then heads downstairs to watch some sports game.

I like this room. It's small, but cozy. I put all my underwear and pajamas in the dresser first, then hang whatever there is left of my shabby winter clothes. I don't have much warm clothes. I'm from Texas.

I put my books in the rest of the doors of the dresser, since there is no room, for a bookshelf. Two duffle bags worth of books. I like to read. I put some old glass statues I've had since I was born in the bottom door. They don't belong here. They belong in Texas on the fireplace mantel for all to see. As long as I don't see them in plane sight, they are there.

The rest of my breakables are pictures in their frames. And a music box my dad made for me a very long time ago. It has our lullaby playing. [At this site: .com/watch?v=72HsHfhxiUg]

I set everything where they are supposed to be. I got a "homecoming" present from Charlie. A laptop. I rip the note in pieces. Little H's and C's and O's and E's and M's flutter to the floor. I'm not home. Never again.