Leaving all that behinde me, I trugged upstairs being extra careful to pick up my feet as I walked. I was so deep in thought I almost tripped over my sister Charlotte, who was looking at my parent's wedding picture. I tried to ignore that and told her I was meeting Ben. She wasen't exactly the first person I wanted to tell, but Jessie wasen't home. "Daddy wouldn't let you" was the first thing she said "He was really strict on things like that. It's the only thing I can clearly remember" I got the hint, I knew what she wanted but I"ve told her the only things I can remember myself, but she just keeps asking as if the more she asks the more I will remember about John Damien Hollingsworth. "Well yes, you could be right. Maybe he would tell me no, but he wouldn't without giving me a good reason. But you wanna know more. OK. I remember his pockets"
"His pockets?"
"No his socks. Of course his pockets. thats what I said. Now, every time he used to come home I would go run into his arms and ask if he brought me anything. Every time he used to swing me around and drop me on the couch. He used to say he was dropping me like a sack of potatoes. Then he would hang up his coat and tell me to check the pockets and I would spring from the couch like the dickens and check and every time there would be something. A stick of gum, spare change, drawing pencils. Then when he died I still ran to the closet and checked the pocket's out of habbit. I put my hand inside and it was all stiff and cold because it had just come back from the cleaners. Thats how I knew it was true that he was really gone."
"And this is his pockets" she asked me
" I said it, I used it in a story, what would you like me to do? embroider it on your underwear?"

For my walk, I decided to go with a "lady" outfit. I figured if somehow my folks found out maybe they would be less harsh on me if I was dressed like a lady. Something they wanted me to always do, not when I wanted something. I struggled with the clothes sore all over. Yesterday I forgot where I was and wipped my mouth with my hand after taking a drink. Allan flipped out and I got up close and personal with the wall- I felt like I've been hit by a train. But I digress. Anyway I had the idea flowing around my head to leave. This man was so different from my dad and I didn't want to meet anymore walls anytime soon. I figured I would tell Ben I wanted to leave today. Now remember how we said we were just going to take a walk? well we only said that in case anyone heard us. Old man Edwards overheard us making our plans and tipped off Allan and my mom. Luckily for us, we didn't want the park. I hurried up to this old, deserted plantation and eventully made it up to the top balcony. It was a beautiful picture. It was now night and all the stars were out. It was high enough so you feel like your dancing on clouds, you could see everything. I don't know how Ben made it there before me, but there he was. I gave him a hug and tried to tell him I was going to leave. I wanted to get it over with because I didn't want to spend the whole time wondering how in the world I was going to say it. But I didn't get very far "No, let me go first" he said. "You didn't say you had anything to tell me" was my response
"Well, I tried but you wouldn't let me have the chance". He was right I'd been trying to delay the moment for a little while and started random babbling. "Ok go ahead" I mumbled. He gave me that beautiful killer grin "Great. It's a song. Our song, you know from the play" he reminded me lugging a gramaphone out from the shadows(A/N. I don't know if a gramaphone could actully record something but for my pride's sake lets say it could =;)
The music started and he turned formal "Well Miss. Hollingsworth, may I have the pleasure of this dance or is your card all filled?" taking his hand I replied "Yes, I belive I do have a spare dance or two". As if on cue the words started flowing

My gift is my song, and this one's for you
You can tell everybody, this is your song
And it might be quite simple, then it starts
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
That I Put down in words, How wonderful life is now you're in the world
Sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss
Listened to some voices, got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song
It;s for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me for forgetting, but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if the greatest thing was you
But the thing is, that I really love you
Yours are the sweetest stars I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is, now your in the world