Alright, we're twenty-one chapters in! Neat. I still haven't finished the Mystery Dungeon demo yet, and I'm not sure whether to get it or Luigi's Mansion 2, what do you guys think about both games? Are you planning on getting either?

Toon-Girl-Abby: Don't feel sad for her yet, she's not dead just yet.

W1ng3dOne: No one will be killed off in this fic, that's not really my style, at least, when it comes to Fanfiction . net. And thank you! I am a fan of Transceiver as well, though probably as not as big are you are. We must be too dare I say it, "hipster" for Sequel, Greysky, Livecaster, huh? I'm sorry, that was awful.

crazycarl364: Gotta fill in those plot holes somehow.

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Word Count: 338 words.

.21 The Meditation

Meditation is a practice in which an individual trains the mind or induces a mode of consciousness, either to realize some benefit or as an end in itself

Rosa's mother comes across her daughter in her room, once an ever-silent girl, now a twitchy, "crazy" case of concern for her. She used to be such a quiet, good girl, albeit the fact that she rarely talked to anyone, parents included.

Now she gets pissed at the mere mention of anything that doesn't swim well with her. Her mother can only suspect that it's because of one of the neighbor boys that moved in a few years back, as she's pretty sure she didn't start acting up until she first laid her eyes on one of them.

Now here she is, watching her young adolescent daughter, sitting criss-cross in the center of her apparent "normal" room, her buns are down, a majority of her clothing and accessories discarded save for her pink bra and pantyhose.

Her eyes are closed, her middle fingers are making contact with her thumbs.

She takes notice of her daughter's quiet breathing through her nose.

Worried, she places the laundry basket she was carrying on the floor and goes to consult her child, "Rosa, honey, are you...okay?"

She hears a low grunt.

"I'm fine, mother." she says with a firm tone.

"Are you sure? What are you doing on the ground?"

"I'm. Meditating." she says through gritted teeth.

"Why though? You have no reason to be ma-"

"Because I do this when I want to let out some steam!" having lost it, the girl sends her fist towards the floor, pounding at it just once, but she makes it clear to her mother that she does not wish to be disturbed right now.

Or at all today.

Her mother jumps, "O-Oh! Um, alright then, honey! I'll call you when dinner's ready then? U-Um, okay?" to ensure that their relationship does not get strained any further, she risks it and gives her daughter a quick hug.

She awaits her response.

"Thank you, mother." she mumbles lowly.

Her mother sighs, and leaves her daughter to return to meditation, for what reason, she'll never know.