Chapter Eleven



*An Hour Later*

Scott was sitting in the driveway at McDonalds waiting for a drink. Kristin hadn't spoken a word since her "outburst". SHe had stared out the window and Scott had suggested everything possible to make a conversation. "So..." he started while they were waiting but he couldn't find anything to say. She didn't say anything. "Kristin!" He groaned.

The window person (what are they called?) gave Scott the cokes and he drove off. He handed her her drink but didn't say anything.

"When are we going back to Horizon?" Kristin asked as they were driving around the city. "The 26th. Peter wanted us to get back as soon as possible." Scott said, grinning. He didn't say anything about her not talking so she wouldn't stop talking. "I wanna go back." She muttered. "I know you're dissapointed about your "wonderful" family and all but we do have some pretty cool family members." Scott said. "Like who? Like Aunt Jamie? THe one who knew dad beat me and didn't tell because she loved her brother? Great family." "No. We have lots of cousins." "It doesn't matter, none of them remember me." SCott couldn't say anything to that. The car went silent again.

"You want to go to the place I use to go if I was upset?" Scott asked suddenly. "Okay. Whatever." She said, shrugging. Scott pulled up to to a wooded area.

***Flashback*** (Scott's)

"Scott, honey, me and your dad have some news to tell you." 10-year-old Scott's mother said. Scott sat down on the couch. "Yeah?" He asked. "Well, you know that we've been fighting a lot," his mom started, "Yeah and it's starting to get a bit annoying," Scott growled. "Scott..." his father warned. "Well, we've realized that this isn't the best way to bring you up. We've decided to get a divorce." She said. Scott's head started to spin. "What? That's not fair! What about me?" Scott cried. "Scott, THAT'S not fair. And this is for you!" His dad said. "I hate you both!" Scott screamed and ran out the house.

He ran straight for the creek. He had been going there since he was 6. The creek was beautiful-it was sorrounded by flowers, even in the winter. The water was crystal clear and there were fish and tadpoles. It was a very big creek-maybe even a pond. Very few people knew about it as it was behind lots of trees. In fact, as far as Scott knew, only a few of his friends knew.

***End of flashback***

Scott would do anything to keep it clean. He never smoked, drunk, or did drugs around it. He never bought trash to the area. They got out of the car.

Scott noticed that it was just as he left it- including a sign that he had created. It was a piece of huge cardboard hammered into a stake. It said SCOTT BARRINGER. Simple but that meant it was his.

"It's beautiful." Kristin murmered. And it was-the water was still crystal clear-not muddy and murky like most creeks and ponds. "It is, isn't it?" Scott asked. They just sat on the grass for an hour. Scott looked at his watch. "Uh-oh..." he mutered. "What?" Kristin asked. "It's 4:10." "Oh crap!" THey both said and ran for his car.