Joan and Luke arrived home at about quarter past three that afternoon. They entered the room and smelt the intoxicating aromas of baked chicken. It was to die for. Helen greeted them with a batch of fresh home-made biscuits. She questioned the kids on how their day was.

Joan told her mother about how she had met two girls who seemed really nice, Elyse and Sophie. Luke had already made a close friend in some guy named Friedman. They already had plans for what they were going to do for their chemistry assignment. Joan then asked her mother about Kevin.

Helen's face went slightly sad.

"He hasn't even gotten out of bed today," she muttered.

Joan and Luke looked at each other and sighed. They knew how stubborn their brother was. Helen quickly changed the subject by asking Joan to check the oven.

Luke quietly went upstairs to his room. He peaked into his brother's room and saw he was still fast asleep. Luke hated his life at the moment. He had left the town he had grown up in, left the close friends he had created, but he also felt as though he had lost a brother. That was the worst thing.

Joan wasn't far behind Luke in coming up the stairs. She went straight to her room and dialed her best friend from Arizona's number-she knew it off by heart.

Kayla picked up the phone quickly. When she heard Joan's voice she screamed 'Joany!' Joan was glad that her best friend was still the same crazy, unique person she had always been. They talked for and hour and a half, then Helen called down her children. Will had called to tell his family he had to work late that night, as the police department was an absolute disgrace when he arrived.

Sorry it's so short. I had a severe case of writers block.