(To those of you who are about to read this, feel free to do so, but this is an old story of mine. I am moving it from my original account to this new account, which is mainly for old stories that I do not wish to keep on my main account, which is named Dylexa. I won't have anything good up there for a while, sadly. I am working on it though!)

6/23/15

To you...

You know that weird feeling you get sometimes? Where your stomach feels like something is missing, and your body makes you feel like your trapped between a rock and a hard place, and then suddenly you realize your missing your home?

Well, if you haven't figured that out yet, I am most defiantly feeling this.

I really don't know why I always feel like this in the summer though. I guess it has to do with the thought of being trapped in a giant oven with no meanings of escape.

It's almost as bad as being stuck in a cage for a month, yet this containment would be cold and dark, instead of blindingly light and red or orange.

That's not really the point though.

It's been such a long time since I have seen my guardians that have watched over me and raised me as my own since I was eight!

I think its been about five months since I've last seem them...yet I could still remember them so well. I can still remember what Drew's perfume smells like, how gentle Doc's voice was when he was in a good mood. I remember those nice, calm days when we weren't studying cryptids (Doc and Drew's careers are to be cryptozoologists, which are basically people who study mythical creatures), and instead, just relaxing. I miss watching Zak, Fiskerton (Fiskerton is our cryptid brother basically. He is a gorilla-cat we found somewhere in London) and Doyle (Zak's uncle) play video games while I drew or wrote, or perhaps instead, I would lock myself up in my room and listen to music, or perhaps watch anime shows if I were really bored. Sometimes I'd read manga as well.)

I'm surprised Zak hasn't mentioned anything about home yet. Its been so long since we've actually seen our family. I really thought he'd seem more home sick than he seems right now...

I guess his time in the lab has made him tough. I just hope Dr. Alanes didn't do anything too wicked to Zak. No matter how old Zak may be, he will always be my little brother.

And that means I will always worry about him.

I don't know...Zak's probably fine...I hope.

Marissa the brave