TrappedinaPhoto: I was not feeling very creative with this chapter.

Seth: Why didn't you just add it to the previous or the next chapter?

TrappedinaPhoto: It just felt wrong on so many levels –pouts- the next one is happy with what it has.

Ray: Oh well, people will just have to suck it up, and live with it.

Seth: You want to do it this time Ray?

Ray: Sure. –closes eyes and recites- TrappedinaPhoto does not own anything that you believe or know for a fact does not belong to her. She does however own Rayana, any other OC that may crop up, the plotline, and all the various things this story has been written on. peeks one eye open- Did I get it right?

TrappedinaPhoto: -applauds- you just brightened my day dear!

Seth: Wow. Ray, it worked.

TrappedinaPhoto: What worked?

Ray: -laughs nervously- Please, enjoy.


I followed Charlie up the stairs of his postage stamp of a house. He opened the door of a tiny room. Well, tiny by my standards; probably average by people in these parts. A bed, desk, bookshelf, and a dresser. At least the bed sheets were purple.

"It might not exactly be what you are used to, but it's the best we... I mean I could do,"

"It's all good Charlie," I said dropping my bags on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Well, I'll leave your to unpack then. Well, yeah. Later." he mumbled almost intangibly and left the room, quietly closing the door behind himself. I walked up slowly and touched the wood for the desk and dresser. It reminded me of the days when my cousin and I used to stay here for the summer with Charlie. She had usually made me use the bed, and she would sleep on the floor beside me. I missed her ever since she had moved up to Canada with her husband.

I turned to the vanity mirror. I knew I was going to have a problem. My appearance was just too out there. My hair was auburn, and loved to glitter in sunlight, but here, it looked like a dead fire, the only thing keeping its fire from being extinguished was my black highlights, which added a little life to the color. The way it was cut though, the back was too short the even put in pigtails but the front was longer; long enough for me to hide behind. I was also 5'2, mercilessly short. There was no way. This was a small town, and I was dressed and looked like a girl from the city. Fitting in, or even being able to make friends here was not even going to be optional. I doubt I would be accepted anywhere here.

When I heard voices downstairs, I was really surprised. It was distinctly feminine. Though it sounded rough, even through the floorboards. I couldn't bear the thought of having to deal with people at this moment.


TrappedinaPhoto: I apologize, again, at how SHORT it was. The next ones will be longer I swear.

Ray: I hate people. You know this.

Ember: -pats Ray's back- You and me both. You and me both.

Seth: Review, please, before someone cries.