I followed Nikki into her bedroom. I took out 2 things from my pack. My doll Allisah and my stuffed animal that I hug when I'm scared. It might sound a little babyish but it helps. On Saturday, it felt a little awkward. It looks like my old house though, so I know where everything kinda is. Bradin went to go surfing and I went to my old place and got the rest of the items, since my mom died I never really had anything, I didn't have a bed nor a dresser, just a tiny room no bigger then a bathroom. All my clothes were stacked on the floor. That's where I used to hide from all the bad in the world. The door never kept anything out. After surfing Bradin stopped by my old place to check it out.

"Hey Lana? Any one here?" Bradin asked, the boom of the voice went throughout the house.

"Up here!" I yelled

"Okay!" Bradin yelled back

I heard his footsteps on the stair case, it echoed. Everything echoed. I like that sound, sometimes it warns me if any ones coming. That's the reason why I like it. If I hear footsteps I used to grab my dolls and my lap top, and climb through my window. But now, I'm safe, nothing to panic about, except having one of my dad's friends escaping jail and going to try to rape me.

"Hey Lana, What's up?" Bradin asked

"Nothing actually, I know he needed to go to jail, okay, I don't really like people, I don't trust people, but you're the only one that I can really trust right now" I said

"Really? That's the way you feel? For real?" Bradin asked

"Yeah, I—I guess, you don't believe me do you?" I over asked

"But you try to ignore me a lot, a lot" Bradin said with a shocked face

"I know, I haven't really talked to anyone, I'm always scared" I revealed

Bradin hugged me. He's nice but I don't think he's my ideal. I might not know everything about him, but I know most. He knows me. BIGTIME. I feel safe around him. No doubt.

BRADIN'S POV

I CARE FOR HER, I KNOW IT. SHE'S GREAT, BUT I DON'T THINK I REALLY SAW HER HAPPY SIDE, ALWAYS MISERABLE. I WISH I CAN CHANGE THAT. THE ONLY THING I CAN RELATE TO HER IS THAT SHE LOST HER MOTHER. I LOST BOTH OF MY PARENTS. TO HER THIS IS LIKE LOSING EVERYTHING. LIVING WITH A FAMILY SHE DOESN'T KNOW. LOST HER HOME. SHE'S ALWAYS BEING RAPED BY HER FATHER AND HIS FRIENDS, IT'S NOT RIGHT. I'M NOT A VIRGIN, BUT I DON'T PUSH GIRLS TO HAVE SEX. IT'S NOT RIGHT AT ALL.

END OF BRADIN'S POV

"So um, where are you from?" Bradin asked

"Buffalo, New York, winters are awful." I warned

"Oh, I always wondered, I know your not from around here, cuz I can tell by your attitude" Bradin smiled

"That's really creepy" I laughed

I took my last pack of clothes to the neighbor's house. The next day a sign in the middle of my old house's lawn was a 'for sale' sign. It really had upset me.

Monday, the first day of the week, as usual you can guess where I am. I'm on the stairs writing in my journal. It says: I don't know many things about these people that are letting stay in their home. I'm a complete stranger, but to Bradin I'm a friend to him, maybe more. I don't know them at all, if I eat breakfast with them, it feels like I'm in their familiar, I'm not used to it. Not used to having someone care for me. I miss my mom a lot, I barely know her, but I know that everything would be different. Everything would be better. I don't know anything anymore. Bradin is someone that cares for me. No one else does, so I gotta take this chance.

When the bell rang for lunch, I walked out of the school, I was sick of all the people staring at me. I haven't been showing up to the dance class, I don't want to be popular. If I become unpopular and Bradin isn't talking to me anymore, then that's when I know he doesn't like me just for my attitude.