Gidgit here, with an update. (Haha. Luke Conard style.) Anyways, thank you people. Especially the people who favorited, followed and reviewed. But, I have a question. How come over a hundred people read mystory but only one person reviewed? YOU GUYS! I WANT TO KNOW IF MY STORY IS GOOD OR NOT AND IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE IT! Haha. I call that a yell-text. So, here's another chapter. Please review, I appreciate constructive critisism and insipiration. Tell me if you guys have any ideas. Thnx! XD

The next day, I am eating dinner with my parents and am still in a rather good mood. Until my mother speaks. "Ib, we'll need to paint your walls." Mother says.

I look over, my smile gone. "Why?"

"Your cousins are coming to live with us for a while, and the paintings are rather morbid, I don't want them getting the wrong idea." She says, and pops a fork full of food into her mouth.

I stand abruptly, knocking over my chair and shaking the dinner table. "They are not morbid!"

"They are, Ib. There's dying flowers and people running away. I don't want anymore of those in my house. So don't bother drawing him again." Mother says, keeping her calm in a practiced way.

It only irritates me. I storms up the stairs and slam my door shut. I look at my paintings and starts to pack my suitcase. I break my piggy bank and take all of my savings and shove them into my wallet. I take all of my sketchbooks and paintings and put them with my clothes. I hide my suitcase under my bed.

Later, I phone Garry.

"Can you come pick me up?" I ask after he answers.

"Ib? What's wrong?" He asks. Sudden concern clouding over his voice.

"It doen't matter. Can you do it or not?"

He sighs. "I guess. Where are you?"

"Home." I say, and take the bag from under my bed. I take pictures of my walls before I leave.

I open the backseat door of Garrys car and put my bag in. I sit in the passenger seat and Garry looks confused. He gives me a look. "What are you doing?"

"Moving out."

"Ib . . . "

"Shhhhhh!" I threaten. "Drive!" I command.

He crosses his arrms. "Ib," His tone is warning.

I start to cry. "Please, Garry! Just get me away! Please!"

He puts the gearshift into drive.

Later, we pull up at an apartment complex.

"Is this where you live?" I ask.

He nods and gets out of the car. He grabs my bag. I try to take it from him. "I can carry it." I say.

"I got it." He says.

We get inside and there's still boxes everywhere. There's a living room with a couch and a coffee table, a kitchen a bathroom and two bedrooms.

"There's a guest room, but there's no bed setup." He puts my bag on the floor. "You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the cou . . ."

I jump on the couch. "Sleep in your own bed." I say.

"Are you . . ." He starts.

"I'm sure." I say.

"If you insist."

I nod. And he starts to walk to his own room.

"Garry," I call. He truns to face me. "Thanks."

He smiles slightly. "Goodnight, Ib."

"Goodnight, Garry."

Okay, soo. Me, my friend and my brother are making a gaming account. I'm not sure what we're going to call it or what games we're going to play. I know we are going to play Ib, and I'm going to make sure we get the "true ending". If you have any suggestions, they would be greatly appreciated. Basically, my brother is going to play the game, and me and my friend are going to commentate.

Also, check out my DeviantART my username is AiOTaisetsuNi. - My first & middle name in Japanese XD