That night, not long after Jack kissed Ellie goodbie, Fi lead Annie back to her old room. It was the only room that looked exactly the same. It had been kept clean. Dusted, swept, mopped. Fi watched her intently as she toughted everything in her room. She opened her dresser drawer. There were all her old clothes. On her desk was her homework that she left there. They had been hoping this long that she'd come home. They wanted it so bad. Annie put her suitcase on the end of her old bed and back at Fi. Finally she noticed. She cut her hair! It used to be so long, it was now short and curled around her face. True, it was flattering, but Annie knew she'd miss styling it for her.
"I like your hair." Annie stepped closer to her. Fi stared at her for a minute and burst into tears. She threw her arms around Annie with all her force. Annie struggled to keep her balance and hugged her back. She could feel Fi's tears on her sholder.
"OH, Annie, Annie! I'm so sorry! I knew I shouldn't have cut it. It just remided me so much of you an you reminded me so much of Daddie. I couldn't bear it anymore. I missed you so much, never, EVER leave again, Ok?" Annie smiled reassuringly and touched Fi's hair. She patted her on the back and pulled a tussue out of the box on her desk and handed it to Fi who whiped her face apologeticly.
"I love your hair either way. Long or short, straight of curly. I don't care, it sill looks great. " Annie hugged Fi again and they unpacked. After Fi had gone to bed, she talked to Clu for about a half hour and hugged him and Jack goodinght. She couldn't talk to Jack, it wasn't his fault. It just felt like everything was differint. Like she was the extra puzzle piece. Like everyone had learned to cope without her. She climbed under her old silk sheets and for the first time in years, slept the entire night.
That morning, no one came in to wake her up. But, Molly came in to dust again. She sighed and whipped a tear from her cheeck. 'When will you come home, Annie?' She thought to her self. She stretched her neck stopped dead. Annie was sitting up looking at her. Molly chocked on her voice but then regained herself.
"Annie? You're home! Oh, baby! When did you get back?" She ran over and pulled her into a tight hug witch she didn't let go for thirty minutes, where they sat in silence. Finally Molly sat back to look at her. She she cleaned happy tears off her face by rubbing her sleve across her eyes. She took Annie down stairs to breakfast. The Bells were over and Ned was cooking. When they walked in, Clu, Fi, and Jack silenced politley. Ned let the water boil over, Irene shaddered two plates and a cup, but didn't even look at the broken peices of glass scattered around her feet, and Carry spat out his Cheerios spilling them all over the table.
The tense quietness was finnally brocken by the crunching of glass as Irene ran over to her. Everyone hugged and kissed her again. While everyone ate at breakfast, Molly told Annie that she had quit the singing business las month is looking for another job. She claimed to be too old. Now it was Carry. He was the leat singer and guitarist for a big band called Around The World. Annie told them about her life in Salt Lake and everything else. As everyone was cleaning up and clearing their dishes, Annie realized that Carry hadn't said a word to her. She decided to go on a long walk, to clear her head. She invited Carry to come along. He hesitated, than agreed because of the sharp glares from his mother. He yanked his brown jacket off the hook and they made their way down the steps. Carry was in his mid-to-late twenties and Annie was eighteen. The trudged in the rain without a word untill they got to the park, were they used to always sit on the swings. They'd talk for hours on end. He was the only one who knew how Annie felt about Jack. They tip-toed through the muddy playground and sat together on a bench. The rain dripping down both of thier faces. Annie looke up at Carry with a friendly smile. He looked back down at her, expessionless. Almost darkly. Annie's voice seemed to echo off every single rain drop:
"I missed you. I'm sorry."
"I like your hair." Annie stepped closer to her. Fi stared at her for a minute and burst into tears. She threw her arms around Annie with all her force. Annie struggled to keep her balance and hugged her back. She could feel Fi's tears on her sholder.
"OH, Annie, Annie! I'm so sorry! I knew I shouldn't have cut it. It just remided me so much of you an you reminded me so much of Daddie. I couldn't bear it anymore. I missed you so much, never, EVER leave again, Ok?" Annie smiled reassuringly and touched Fi's hair. She patted her on the back and pulled a tussue out of the box on her desk and handed it to Fi who whiped her face apologeticly.
"I love your hair either way. Long or short, straight of curly. I don't care, it sill looks great. " Annie hugged Fi again and they unpacked. After Fi had gone to bed, she talked to Clu for about a half hour and hugged him and Jack goodinght. She couldn't talk to Jack, it wasn't his fault. It just felt like everything was differint. Like she was the extra puzzle piece. Like everyone had learned to cope without her. She climbed under her old silk sheets and for the first time in years, slept the entire night.
That morning, no one came in to wake her up. But, Molly came in to dust again. She sighed and whipped a tear from her cheeck. 'When will you come home, Annie?' She thought to her self. She stretched her neck stopped dead. Annie was sitting up looking at her. Molly chocked on her voice but then regained herself.
"Annie? You're home! Oh, baby! When did you get back?" She ran over and pulled her into a tight hug witch she didn't let go for thirty minutes, where they sat in silence. Finally Molly sat back to look at her. She she cleaned happy tears off her face by rubbing her sleve across her eyes. She took Annie down stairs to breakfast. The Bells were over and Ned was cooking. When they walked in, Clu, Fi, and Jack silenced politley. Ned let the water boil over, Irene shaddered two plates and a cup, but didn't even look at the broken peices of glass scattered around her feet, and Carry spat out his Cheerios spilling them all over the table.
The tense quietness was finnally brocken by the crunching of glass as Irene ran over to her. Everyone hugged and kissed her again. While everyone ate at breakfast, Molly told Annie that she had quit the singing business las month is looking for another job. She claimed to be too old. Now it was Carry. He was the leat singer and guitarist for a big band called Around The World. Annie told them about her life in Salt Lake and everything else. As everyone was cleaning up and clearing their dishes, Annie realized that Carry hadn't said a word to her. She decided to go on a long walk, to clear her head. She invited Carry to come along. He hesitated, than agreed because of the sharp glares from his mother. He yanked his brown jacket off the hook and they made their way down the steps. Carry was in his mid-to-late twenties and Annie was eighteen. The trudged in the rain without a word untill they got to the park, were they used to always sit on the swings. They'd talk for hours on end. He was the only one who knew how Annie felt about Jack. They tip-toed through the muddy playground and sat together on a bench. The rain dripping down both of thier faces. Annie looke up at Carry with a friendly smile. He looked back down at her, expessionless. Almost darkly. Annie's voice seemed to echo off every single rain drop:
"I missed you. I'm sorry."