(Thank you ICanHasCheesebrg for the super long comment! I know my story is a really clichéd idea, but I like it. Haha anyway thanks so much! Sorry the story is really depressing, but I really felt like I needed to write it. ShastamaeFirepool, I know how you feel and how Makayla feels. This happened to me a few years ago. What I did is just go out and talked to random people. (And I'm crazy shy; it was one of the hardest things I've ever done.) But now I have friends really care about me and are just the weirdest, randomest people ever. I know it might be hard but tell her to try it. Believe me, it's worth it. Also, thank you jayleaf1 for commenting!

Anyway, let's leave the giant feel pile and move on to the giant feels pile in the story. Yeah, either way, you people have to deal with all these feels. Just having a feels week. The new episode of Doctor Who almost made me cry!)

…Warriors…

I wake up to the most warm and delicious smell in the air. My mouth waters as I sit up and breathe in the sweat, savory smell. My eyes fly open as I realized the smell.

Bacon!

I leap out of bed.

Bacon! I think. I haven't had bacon in years! I run down the stairs. This is how ThunderClan up in the morning! We'd never be late for a patrol again!

Then I stop half way down the stairs. I realize what I said, and where I am. My heart drops. ThunderClan is miles away and they don't even want me anymore. I'm at Angie's house because I have nowhere else to go. My family moved to who knows where. And I have no idea what to do next.

"Do you want two strips or three?" Angie calls from the base of the stairs. I come out of my depressing trance and continue down the stairs into the kitchen. Angie is sitting with her mom at the comfy little dining table. I walk over to see bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausage, and freshly cut oranges on the table.

"Wow, this is incredible!" I say to Angie's mother.

"Oh, it was nothing!" She says with a sincere smile.

Weird, when I used to come over her mom never made a proper breakfast. She always went and bought bagels and on special occasions, donuts.

"Sorry for the huge fuss," Angie whispers to me as I sit down. "I haven't had friends over in months so she thought it would be a good idea to go all out."

"I don't mind," I whisper back. "I haven't had bacon in years!" I say a lot louder.

"How come?" Angie's mother asks.

"Oh, um, my parents are vegetarians," I say quickly. "They always make vegetable dishes." I take a spoonful of eggs and three strips of bacon. Then I take some sausage and five pancakes.

"Well, I see it's made you very healthy and strong," she says as she stares at my arms. I'm reaching for the maple syrup and notice the muscles in my arms flexing. She must be noticing that too.

I quickly pull my arms under the table; happy that Angie's shirt is oversized on me. "Um… yes, my dad is a personal trainer at a gym so, um, I work out a lot."

"I can see," she says and takes a bite of eggs.

When I finally feel the attention is drawn away from me, I pick up my fork and continue to eat.

After a few minutes of silence Angie's mother asks me another question. "I didn't see you use the phone last night. Do your parents know you're here?"

"Yes, I called them on my cellphone," I say quickly. "Besides, they're on a business trip the rest of the week and aren't home anyway," I spew out of my mouth before I realize what I'm doing.

Angie gives me a "what do you think you're doing" look.

"Oh, really?" Angie's mom asks, surprised. "They left you all alone all week?"

"Well, I'm a really responsible child. I can handle taking care of myself for a week." And an entire clan, I think. "Plus I have Angie here to help me. She's been such a good friend through all of this."

"Well that's sweet. Where did they go?"

"They went to um…" My mind goes blank; I can't remember the name of anywhere! I look around, seeing of any objects can help me think of a place. I finally notice the maple syrup. "CANADA! THEY'RE IN CANADA!"

"This time of year!" she says. "So chilly!"

If only the attention wasn't on my right now. "Where's your husband? I thought he doesn't work on weekends?" I blurt out before I know what I'm saying.

He always used to say he hated his office job and the only good thing about it is that he got off on weekends.

"Oh, he's at work," she says somberly.

"My dad got a promotion last year," Angie whispers to me. "He works every weekend now."

We finish up breakfast and clean up the table.

"I'm doing to do some laundry," says Angie's mom as she heads into the basement.

"Sorry for mentioning your dad," I say to Angie when her mom is out of earshot. "I didn't know he works all the time now."

"Don't sweat it," Angie says back to me as she touches my shoulder. "You had to talk about your parents too. That must have been hard."

It was. I really miss them. And my brothers. I wonder what they look like now. Andrew was five the last time I saw him. He's at least nine now! I wonder if he still has the same curly brown hair. I bet he does. A little smile creeps onto my face. I bet he's still as pale as a ghost. And little Adam; he was only three and now he's eight! I wonder if he still slurs his words together and if he still pronounces "three" as "tree." I frown. He probably got over that. He's probably doing all sorts of crazy things. I wonder what they're doing right now. I wonder if they miss me. I wonder how much I hurt them.

"What do you want to do now?" Angie asks, snapping me out of my trance.

Such a simple question; such a simple question that I have no answer to. Do I go look for my clan? Do I look for my family? Should I find a way to break out of my human bonds? Should I enroll in school? Do I even remember how to read?

"What to watch TV?" Angie asks. "There's this really funny show called How I Met Your Mother that I think is on."

"Yes," I answer simply. "TV. Let's start with that." And we walk to the living room.

…Warriors…

(By the way, to any Whovians reading this. Help make April 23rd a holiday. All across the internet Whovians are joining together to celebrate Silence Day. On this day make tally marks on your hands and other seeable body parts. April 23rd is the day the Impossible Astronaut (the first episode the Silence were in) aired. SPREAD THE WORD! WE'RE DOING THIS!

Also, I have a very depressing thing to tell all of you. See I thought of this story about five years ago. I had a dream and poof! Amberstar was born! Right after my dream I drew every scene I could remember about it and eventually I can to a huge story. The thing is I got out of a drawing habit before I finished the last story. Today was the last page that I actually drew. So I'm not really going off of anything from now on and I don't know how much I'll just be able to write. I have a sort of direction of where the story is going, but it's not like a have blue prints anymore. So… story might be awkward for a little while. But I'm sure it will be fine! It actually, probably won't affect anything at all. See you soon! Remember to R&R!)