In the end, it doesn't even matter

although Sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes, I transformed format, and typed it from my printed copy so it might be a bit strange. Other then that, thank you to anyone who reads, and reviews. This story is disclaimed.

'One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you've fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried'


"Claire!" Sherry poked her in the back.

"When are we going to stop, I haven't had anything to eat since lunch, and I'm starting to see circles in my eyes." The younger girl complained.

She heard Claire sigh upfront.

"Sherry, we are upcoming Revelation city, its a place they don't care for identity proof much." Claire would say.

Sherry sighed, and loosened her grip on holding on. Sure enough, in a while a city seemed to rise from the ground. It was night, restraining Sherry from seeing much, but she could just make out the parks, and buildings.

She smiled slightly, until they pulled into a hotel parking lot. There was a fountain lit up outside. Sherry carefully got off the bike, still a bit dizzy from the ride, and sat down at the side of the fountain. Claire proceeded into the building to book a room.

"Hey, you a tourist?" Asked a voice from the darkness.

Sherry flipped around to see a boy around her age sitting on the bench. He had midnight black hair, that was almost hidden in the darkness. It was a hair cut that reminded her about Leon. He had blue eyes staring back at her.

"Excuse me?" She asked after a moment of being lost in his looks.

The boy came closer, and sat next to her.

"I've never seen you around here before, what's your name?" He asked.

Sherry smirked thinking of her fake name, now would be a perfect time to use it.

"Lea Burnside. We just moved here. My sister Cleo had gotten a job at a nearby diner."

He pondered for a second.

"Lea, I'll remember that. Anyway remember what the diner was called, Space Cafe's by chance? The lunch bar wing anyway?"

Sherry blushed slightly, she had no idea where Claire was going to get a job.

"Yeah, something like that."

The boy brushed his hair back.

"Cool, my dad is the manager of the lunch bar wing. Maybe I'll see you again sometime." He said, and with that, got up and disappeared into the darkness.

Sherry watched where he had left a moment, then went into the building to join Claire.

Claire was already on her way to fetch Sherry, and the bags. Sherry already had it, so they proceeded into the elevator. Sherry watched her reflection thinking about that boy. How dumb she was not to get his name.

Still, something else came to mind.

"Hey Claire where do you plan to get a job. I heard Space Cafe's lunch bar wing had some openings." Claire gave her a strange look, wondering where she obtained that information.

"I'm not going to even ask how you know that." Claire said, just as the door opened.

Sherry smirked

"Wise choice." Claire chuckled, as they headed down to the room.

'426 third floor... this must be it' Claire though, slipping the key card. The door admitted a small beep then opened.

Sherry instantly jumped onto the bed happily. Claire headed toward the bathroom. Once there started the sink, and splashed her face with water.

'Sherry really doesn't understand the point of running away. She's acting like its more of a vacation. Why did I bring her with me?' Claire questioned herself, then mentally kicked herself for doing so.

She glanced over at Sherry who was now flipping through the TV stations rather quickly. Claire dried her face, then began to unpack their stuff into the drawers. She wasn't much of a clean freak, but she had to do something to get her mind off that certain redhead. Steve....they tried so hard to get out...but it didn't matter....there was always someone stronger, something bigger....

Claire snapped out of her daydream in time to notice Sherry was speaking to her.

"So Claire what about school?"

Claire stood up, and moved to the bed where Sherry was sitting.

"I just have to get some information, and your off. Now Sherry don't say anything about before, never know who might be spies these days. I guess I will go get some applications.." Claire was beginning to mutter to herself the plans for the future.

Sherry leaned back on the bed, wondering things herself, she really wanted to see that boy again, whoever he was.

The night slipped away and morning came around. Claire awoke to the noise of the shower. She wiped the sleep out of her eyes, and glanced over at Sherry's bed. It was her in the shower alright. Claire yawned, and got up herself, remembering all she had to do today. Today was the first normal day of kids school, so once she signed Sherry up at the front office of the school, there should be no problem.

Revelation city really doesn't press questions about identity.

A few minutes later, Sherry came out of the shower, her hair dripping wet, dressed in a sailor outfit. She had her cracked pendant around her neck.

Claire grabbed cloths herself, and headed into the shower. Sherry got ready in the mean time looking out on the balcony for what school she was to go to. Claire came out fitting her shoes on.

"So, do you want to stop for breakfast, or go straight to school." Claire said as she glanced at the clock, 5:30 she never asked why they were up so early.

Sherry decided to go straight there, because she never normally has breakfast anyway. They took off, Claire had stopped by get some applications. Even one at Space Cafe's lunch bar. Sherry secretly hoped she would get the job there.

Around six, they headed to the just opening school. Claire had went to the office for awhile, and must have came out twenty minutes later holding a file. A shocked face with it as well.

"What happened?" Sherry asked snatching the file.

Claire shook her head, and glanced back toward the door.

"Nothing, I see this school is very.....optimistic. Anyway it says what classrooms there. Good luck..." And with the same shocked expression took off.

Sherry shrugged it off, and found her class giving the file to the teacher. She couldn't help, but notice the students stares. She should have been a normal 7th grader. Sherry took a seat at the back, and soon the eyes went off her. She sighed in relief as the teacher began to lecture.

"No sighing allowed." Sherry flipped around to see the same boy.

She smiled.

"Hey." She said in return.

He returned the smile, but turned to look at the teacher as she came down.

"Excuse me class. We have a new student to the school who wasn't here last year. Her name is Lea Burnside, I expect you to treat her with respect." The teacher, Mrs. H turned around and headed to the board.

"Lea, I told you I wouldn't forget that name." He whispered.

Mrs. H began to take roll call. Sherry perked up her ears, hoping she would know when her name was called.

"Lea" Mrs. H called, Sherry raised her hand.

"John" Mrs. H called again, this time Sherry saw the boys hand go up.

John was his name, that she wouldn't forget. After the second bell rang dismissing them to their next class, John slipped a note on her desk before leaving.

Sherry picked in up and read

'Lea, I'm really interested to hear more about where you come from, and more. Please meet me at lunch, under the large oak tree outside(you can't miss it) if you don't come, I'll understand.

By the way, my names John.'

Sherry sunk in her seat, and sighed once more. This acting was going to be harder then she thought, she just wondered about Claire's luck.