Chapter3



"There's something I've got to say

You're always with me even though your far away

talkin' to you on my cell

just the sound of your voice makes my heart melt

oh girl

it's true

I'm all about you"

-"I'm All ABout You" by Aaron Carter. It relates to chapter 5. Or will. Just wanted to get that out of the way.

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They switched halfway and Kristin let Scott listen to her walkman. "What good CD's do you have?" He asked. She knew the type of music he meant, but she racked off all the names of the ones he didn't like. "Aaron Carter, Backstreet Boys, Dream Street-" "I said GOOD music." "Oh you mean brain rotting music?" She asked, but sheknew she liked it to. Scott smirked. She handed him an Eminem CD and he sat back.

Kristin looked out the window into the clouds. Soon she fell asleep.



***Flashback***

11-year-old Scott picked 5-year-old KRistin up and wrapped her in a tight hug. "I'll see you again, soon," Scott told her. Kristin looked down. She didn't think so. Her dad and Martin had a really big fight about the bruises on Kristin. Her dad promised Martin would never have to worry about them again because they're moving and we never coming back. He had then grabbed Kristin's arm and dragged her to the car. Blonde, 13-year-old Steven following. When at home, her dad grabbed her arm and spun her around so quickly she lost her balance and she fell and her head hit the edge of a counter. She screamed in pain, as loud as she could. Her dad kicked a few times and left her there. Hoping she'd die.

***End of flashback/dream***

"Ahh! I'm sorry-" she cried as she was shaken awake by Scott, who was un- buckling his seat belt. "Hey, you had a night mare!" He said, putting his arm around her. "Yeah, I guess. Have we landed?" She asked, but she knew the answer. "Yeah. God knows, only YOU could sleep through the landing that we had." He said, shaking his head. "Was it rocky?" "Rocky wouldn't be the word I'd use. Hell would be." He said.

They were soon walking out of the terminal, Kristin slowly. "C'mon, they don't bite, I promise! Maybe Elaine, but that's a different story..." he trailed off. They reached the end of it and saw Martin. Scott ran to his dad and hugged him tightly. Martin looked past Scott's shoulders and saw Kristin standing there shyly. "Kristin!" He cried, throwing his arms open. She hesitated but then ran into his arms. "I've missed you so much, Kristin. I-I'll explain everything later, okay?" He promised. She nodded. "God, I never thought I'd see you again! Your mom sent our mom pictures sometimes and she would then make copies and send them to me...how's your mom?" he asked. "Umm...I don't know. Dad didn't tell me, but they divorced before i was sent ot Horizon." "Oh...sorry." He said. "Yeah." "Well, go meet Elaine!" He said, motioning to the lady that stood behind him. Kristin walked up there slowly and stood there awkwardly. "Hi!" Elaine said, opening her arms. Kristin hugged her back. Elaine and Scott said hi, but Martin either a. didn't notice or b. ignored the awkwardness between them. He picked up Kristin-who still looked like a 9- year-old and they all walked to baggage claim. Kristin easily picked out her suitcase. It was a roll one, and it was Adidas. It was just like her favorite jacket-black with the bright green border and Adidas logo. Scott had an ordanary suitcase, though. FInally he found his-it had already circled about 4 times- and they headed to the jeep. Elaine climbed in front along with Martin and Scott and Kristin sat in back. "So, Kristin, how's Horizon?" Martin asked. "Umm..pretty good. At first it sucked." She admitted. "Yeah. Well I'm sure Scott thought the same thing. Didn't ya buddy?" He asked. "Yeah." Scott admitted. "Well." Martin said, but didn't find anything else to say. "So, what grade are you in?" He asked her. "Seventh." "Oh. I remember that grade...hard, isn't it?" "Kinda."

Nothing else was really said. An occasional basic question like "Whatchour favorite color?" "Ocean blue." "Still? Cool."

Kristin's eyes widened at the site of Scott's house. It was huge, white, and beautiful. She tought she lived in a middle class-rich neighborhood. Haha. They pulled into the driveway and Martin took Kristin's bag. "Scott and Kristin, why don't you take your bags to his room and we'll sort out the sleeping arrangements after dinner." "Okay, dad." "Okay, Uncle Martin." She said and noticed the grin on his face. They passed by the Christmas tree, which was piled with gifts. "I wish we had a normal Christmas with my dad. We never had Christmas, never even a tree. No gifts or anything. My mom was nebver home." She said. "Don't worry, we have great Christmases here. Tonight or soon we'll go driving around seeing the lights." SCott explained as they climbed the stairs. "I wish I had a family." She said. "Now ya do." he said and guided her to his room. Scott put his bag around and looked around. It bought back both good and bad memories. Mostly bad. His football and rockstar posters were still up. All his trophies had been kept up, and dusted, also. He had on fresh sheets. "Close the door." He told Kristin. She did and walked over to him. "I know this might sound stupid, but can you maybe sleep on my bed? I'll take the floor, make a pallet or something. I don't think she'll try anything but still..." "No problem. I'll take the floor." "No, no. If she doesn't do anything or try anyting if we're alone I'll know it's Okay. Tomorrow you'll be back in your room." He said, emphasizing YOUR. "Huh?" She asked. "Wanna see?" "Yeah!" She cried.

Scott showed her to the 3rd largest room in the house. Her eyes widened at the site of it.