Finding Fiesel

A Summer of Change

-Fiesel-

For such a tragically wonderful moment, I don't know why I was dressed so fancy. I was wearing clothes I had never seen before. It was very floral outfit, if anything. I took a deep breath in the lobby of this massive building. Everyone was waiting for me to come inside. This day was marvelous and yet slightly unbelievable. I wish I had seen it coming. I sat down on one of the stair steps, taking in my last thoughts before entering. I looked up at the arched ceiling. It was now that my life would change for good. It was now that my life would change for the better, at least which is what I was hoping. I pulled my stuffed bunny out of my side pocket, which was cleverly hidden, and held it tightly for a moment. I whispered to it quietly, "I think your going to like this!" I help it up to my ear. "No, or course not!" I said, as if answering it. "It might be a little hard to get through now, but this is for our better! Just like they said!" I told it. Such a dorky child I was, talking to a toy to calm myself. But at least it worked. I stood up and approached the heavy double doors. Using a little more strength than I expected to have to use, I pushed open the doors and began my triumphant strides down the red lane and past the empty benches.

The truth was this; I was in a court room, for pretty obvious reasons. I already knew what was going to happen so it seemed I had no reason to be here, but it was required that I attended. I paused my walking about half way down the red carpeted lane. I looked at Gayle, who was weeping, Ray, who seeming hot headed, and Duncan, someone already kind of special to me. I looked around at the empty room. It was kind of ironic it seemed; I had always pictured a court room filled wall to wall with people and photographers taking tons of pictures of every little movement in the room. This was not the case. The only ones in the room were Gayle, Ray, Judge Peterson, Duncan, and myself. I continued down again and took my seat between next to Gayle and Ray, on the right side of the room. I looked at Duncan, who was on the left. The couple starred at me, almost as if I was a complete stranger to them, which I might as well have been anymore. Judge Peterson stood up.

"Thank you for joining us, Miss Wilson," he said. I nodded silently. "Now, today we are here to finalize everything that was sentenced last weekend." Ray stood up in anger.

"You can't do this!" he protested. "It just doesn't work! I don't see how you could do this over one lousy mistake!" Ray pounded his fist into the wooden table in front of him. With a smile on my face, I stayed quiet, even though it was terribly hard.

"Sir, this is not your first infraction in the fields of Fiesel's well-being." He pulled out a plain folder and opened it, revealing a couple of stacks of legal looking documents. "You've been charged before with Child abuse, disrupting a child's well-being, and endangering of a child all more than once. This was your final chance." Gayle started crying even more. Although I hated to see her cry, I couldn't help not feeling guilty. I had wanted this for more than just a little while now and felt as though she might've deserved this. I looked at Duncan, who seemed really focused on what was going on. Judge Peterson continued to talk in legal language I didn't understand and quickly lost my attention. I was more focused on the swirl pattern on the carpet of this room. I started to does off before the Judge finally got to his main point. He stood up again.

"Ray Rodriguez, Gayle Rodriguez, Fiesel Wilson, Duncan Ducinclaire" he listed off with haste, "please step forward. Simultaneously, we all stood up and approached the Judge in a single file line in front of him.

"Ray Rodriguez, Gayle Rodriguez, you have been charged with leaving Fiesel Wilson, your foster child, alone at a gas station outside of town for more than 4 hours on the 22nd of April. Is this or is this not true?"

Gayle leaned over the Judge's alcove. "We didn't mean to! It was just a mistake!"

"Is this or is this not true that you left Fiesel alone in that gas station, and drove over 170 miles away before recalling she was gone?" Peterson asked again.

Ray stepped up as well, "We had no idea! We thought she was still in the car, sleeping or something!"

"Answer the question, please. Is it true?"

Gayle and Ray looked at each other, accepting utter and almost instance defeat. Gayle nodded to Ray and put her arms on his shoulders, obviously ready to burst out in pity tears. "It is true," Ray said. The Judge nodded and slammed his gavel down to the desk.

"Then it is decided." Peterson said with his arms up. "Due to lack or proper foster parent protection and safety of the child in multiple occasions, you now have lost your foster parental privileges over Fiesel Wilson." My heart leapt, Gayle started crying, and Ray hung his head. "Fiesel will be transferred to a new foster parent, Duncan Ducinclaire, the mother's brother." I looked up and smiled at Duncan, who gave me a little wink. "Dismissed!" The judge yelled while hitting his gavel again. Ray and Gayle made no delay in leaving the room.

You see, I knew Duncan already. I liked him a lot and he liked me too. I'm not sure what he did in life, but he was obviously very successful and very wealthy. Not as wealthy as Jorrie McDowell, but still way above middle class, which Gayle and Ray couldn't dream of. He took my hands and lifted me on to his shoulders. Duncan had always treated me like a little sister, but now he had to treat me like a daughter, so I was really curious to see the changes my life was about to endure. He took my hands and lifted me off the ground and onto his shoulders. He approached Judge Peterson. "Thank you very much sir," he said graciously. "I promise that I will take excellent care of Fiesel." He announced. The judge nodded, smiled at me, and seemed pleased with what had just happened. Duncan carried me out to his car, a lavishingly shiny white car. A convertible too! He dropped me off in the front seat, which was alarming because I had never sat in the front before, but then he got in the driver's side and started the car. Before he took the car anywhere, he looked at me for a sec. "Fiesel, I know it might be a little hard to get used this new life style, but I want you to know something before you get any ideas." I was slightly confused. I trusted him like I had trusted him my whole life, but where was he going with this? "I travel every weekend on business trips and such, and they're trips that I can't exactly bring you with me on. I'm not always home for a long time like Gayle and Ray might've been." I nodded. There was nothing wrong with that. It's not like it was his fault. "I've already talked to one of my good friends; Izzy," he stuttered and corrected himself, "Isabella. She's promised to watch over you while I'm not around." I nodded again. "She's great and you'll get to love her really fast." I smiled.

"Thank you Duncan," I said as I tried to lean over and give him a hug. "I can't wait to meet her." He smiled and with a small wink, he pulled the stick shift and pulled out of the court. He drove down the road with the roof open, and we passed Gayle and Ray walking back home, knowing that they had lost me for good. Both were crying, which made me start to feel kind of bad because even though it wasn't the best ever, they still raised me for somewhere in-between seven and nine years. I tried not to think about it.

Duncan was a somewhat short man with light brown hair. This made me realize which side of the family my "petitness" comes from. He had a friendly smile and a heartfelt ring to his voice. I had known him sense I was just a toddler but I never dreamed of him becoming my foster father. I thought about my new name for a moment. "Fiesel Ducinclaire". It sounded awkward, but I wasn't about to complain.

It was about a month ago that I had been forgotten at the gas station and in between now and then school had ended and Jorrie was going on vacation to somewhere up in Canada. With school over, it was official that Jorrie would no longer go to my elementary school. However, maybe I could stand on my own two feet without holding Jorrie's hand now that I had Duncan with me. Maybe he could change my life around. I could already feel happiness coming by the year-load.

Duncan drove out of town and finally drove into to one of the small sub-divisions. It was called "Poshley Heights". It was about 10 miles out of town and still not too far away from Meadowlark Elementary School. I pulled up to a large white house. It was bigger than my old one, not the biggest one around here, but still significantly large. He got out and just lifted me out of the car with him. He clasped my hand tightly and escorted me into the doors of his house.

My pulse rate dropped by a lot. It was absolutely amazing. So amazing, large, and fancy, that I don't think I even need to bother describing it. A stair case in the middle of the entrance room when both up and down. Duncan pushed me a little forward to the stair case that went up and began to give me a tour of the house. I whipped out my bunny and gave it a little whisper, "I think this won't be too bad!"

But nowing my great luck, I judged my new way of living a little too quickly. Things weren't as great as they were cut out to be. My journal tells it all.

Fiesel's Journal

5-19-09

I am officially Duncan's daughter now, just like I thought I would end up. I do sort of feel bad for Ray and Gayle in a way though. Oh well. Not much I can do anymore.

I'm sitting in my new bed in my new room. I love it so much. Duncan had it all decorated for me. It is like being a space! The walls are all painted with stars and planets, and the ceiling is loaded with constellations and more planets. It's amazing. I bet it will help me sleep tonight!

I can't wait to tell Jorrie the good news. I haven't seen her forever and she is supposed to get home soon. Duncan says he wants to do something with me tomorrow. I can't wait. I bet It will be a blast though I don't know what it is yet.

Fiesel's Journal

5-20

Duncan took me around town today and I got to meet Izzy (Isabella). She took me shopping for a bunch of new clothes and stuff. Duncan was right, she is amazing! She's so nice and she even said I could be like a sister to her. After all, we have the same type and color of hair!!

Duncan also informed me that he would have to leave this weekend (tomorrow actually) and probably wouldn't be back for a few days, but Izzy would be there Babysittying me. I hate it when they say that she will babysit me, but I guess that's what she's doing. I just don't want to be treated like a baby, or feel like I'm being babysat. But whatever, it's not all that important.

Fiesel's Journal

5-30

Duncan finally got back from his trip and thank goodness. Izzy showed up every day for me, but quite often she just scrambled off with her friends and left me with a meal or two, and the house for me to raid. Too bad I had no one to play with, still. Jorrie still hasn't gotten back! I don't know where she could've gone to!

I've already gotten so bored this summer. With no parents around and no one else around in general, there's not a lot to do. I have plenty of entertainment in the house, but it's just not as fun when I know that no one will be around for a long time.

Also, Duncan has ANOTHER trip to go on. It will be the same routine. I'm guessing next weekend. Izzy will come for 5 minutes, leave me, and not come back until late at night when I'm already asleep.

I hope Jorrie gets back soon. I miss her a lot.

Fiesel's Journal

6-25-09

This officially sucks. I hate this summer. I haven't seen anybody in 4 days. Izzy stopped coming and Duncan won't answer his cell phone. I thought living with Duncan would be great, but I'm not really living with him. I'm just keeping his house from getting dusty. I guess I'm safe at least. Duncan says he has news about school next year, but he can't tell me until he gets back.

I hope this summer ends really soon. I'm bored out of my mind now.

Jorrie is finally home, but she got really sick on her trip and she doesn't want me around her catching anything. She said we'd get together as quickly as possible. I can't wait for it! Wait until she seems me! That is, if I'm not still like I was before.

And so this is how my Summer continued. Never seeing anybody and just loafing around watching countless hours of television and messing around with Duncan's piano. I didn't know how to play, but it was still enjoyable to pretend I knew. Izzy popped her head in every once in a while to make sure I was still alive it seemed, because she never stayed more than five minutes. This was my summer and honestly it got no better. Before I could blink twice, Summer was already at its closing ceremonies. While all my classmates probably went on trips and had great vacations, I sat around and did nothing for almost 3 months. Wow, I'm active with Duncan.

At long last, Duncan finally came home and said he'd be home for 5 days. While this shouldn't be alarming, it really was because it was a first. The most prior to this was 3 days, and that only happened once. When Duncan walked through the front door in his brown suit, he said he had a surprise for me. My heart bounced up. He opened the front door and pointed out into his car. All I saw were tons and tons of bags. It didn't seem like much until he went to go fetch them out of the car. He carefully navigated his way back into the house and set them right on the floor in front of me. At my height, I actually had to perch up on my tippy-toes to clearly see what was in the huge bags overhead. I saw what was in it and jumped for joy! I don't know how he knew that I had always wanted this kind of stuff, but I didn't question him. In the bags, all 4 of them, there were brand new school supplied. Tons and loads of news trinkets, binders, art stuff, folders, and of course everything else that one needs to head back to the educational life. I finally stumbled upon something that I really liked. It stood out and I couldn't believe it. I picked up a large blue backpack. It had a green strip down it's side and it had pockets everywhere for all sorts of things. I had never had a real backpack before so this just really made my day. Yes, such a dork I am for getting so overwhelmed over what most kids my age would most likely dread. I absolutely loved the backpack though! I liked it so much I put it right on and didn't take it off for quite a while. I through my arms around Duncan and thanked him at least a billion times. "Duncan, why did you get me all of this?" I asked.

"Well I know that you never had this stuff. I remember you told me a long time ago when you were just in kindergarten how you wanted school stuff but could never get it. Well, here you go kiddo!" I almost had to start crying because what he did for me was so nice and so sweet. He would never understand how much this meant to me. With the backpack latched around my shoulders, I went upstairs to see how I looked.

I knew there was a mirror in Duncan's room. I quickly searched around upstairs until I found it and ran right up for the mirror. I stopped in front of it and turned sideways to inspect my newly obtained backpack. I liked how it looked on me, but then I noticed something about the reflection.

The girl in the mirror; there was nothing different about her. I was surprised. I assumed that living here would change everything about me, but I seemed the exact same. Small, thin, short, dark hair, dark eyes; nothing had changed. When I started thinking about it, I guess I don't know why I really thought it would. A new Dad wasn't going to change things like that. That's when it hit me! Duncan measured my height on the first day I went to live with him! I had checked my weight at that time too. It had been almost 3 months sense then and I had to see if I had grown!

"Duncan!" I shouted. "Duncan! You have to measure me!" I yelled knowing that he was clear across the house. At least the house echoed nicely and he heard me clearly.

"Come on down to the kitchen," He hollered back. There was a beam in the kitchen with pencil marks on it that he used for measuring his cousins and littler family members. I stood up next to the place where I had stood before.

"What was it last time?" I asked excitedly, hoping for new and bigger results.

"49 inches I believe," he said. Just past 4 foot, I was hopping for great outcomes.
"Step away," he said, pulling me away from the wall. I turned around as he used a tape measurer to get the my height. "Hm, not bad." He said. I got really excited.

"What is it?" I demanded loudly.

"50 inches." He said calmly. "Not bad for just 2 or 3 months!" He smiled and started whistling a little tune to himself. That's it? I had grown a measly 1 inch? Still tiny. Now I had to weigh myself! I ran to the upstairs bathroom where I knew I could find scale.

When I got to it, I had to remember a little bit. Last time, it came out at 55 pounds. I took off my slippers and hopped on the scale. The numbers finally ended up at yet another disappointing figure; 57. I had grown barely at all over the summer. I walked back to Duncan's room to look at that mirror again.

I starred at the dark haired girl in the mirror almost like I would a stranger. Sure, I saw myself in a mirror everyday but it wasn't until now before I started to notice it. My smallness was getting on my nerves. I suppose there isn't much I can do about it though.

Fiesel's Journal

7-30-09.

It's time for school tomorrow. I'm so scarred now. Something big happened with me and Duncan. He said it would be best for me if I go to a school where he knows the curriculum and he knows he staff. A place that he deems safe for me. Therefore, I've been moved to a private school in town. I'll now be going to "Elwinn private school" instead of Meadowlark. I guess it won't be so bad because he said that's where he went, but I can only fear that things change over the course of about 2 decades.

Jorrie has been over to my new house a lot lately, but recently, I haven't been able to call her. Don't know why either!

I'm so scarred for school to start. It's starting in the morning, and I feel like I might be shunned. I'm jumping in at 5th grade. Most kids there have probably been there sense preschool. The grades are pre-K through 9th grade. That mean I won't be with Jorrie for a long time in a long while. But maybe I'll mean another person like Jorrie! I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

PS. This might be my last entry for a while. I'm out of pages now. I'll need to get a new one soon, but until I do, I'm putting this journal away.

My Journal #4

December 27 2008, - July 30 2009

It always felt weird finishing another Journal but by now I was used to the feeling of sealing away old memories and keeping them with me forever. I looked at what I had written and started to think about Jorrie. I was honestly starting to worry about her. I usually talk to her every day on the phone, but she hasn't been in for 3 days! Nobody has answered her phone which might not sound like much but is really a big deal for me. I'm worried about her. I hope nothing has happened to her, but if it has, I know it'll be okay..

I'm sure I'll hear from her sooner or later.

It was also hard to believe that Summer had gone and left just like that. It felt like just the other day I was in the court room being transferred to a new foster parent, but that was realistically over 2 months ago maybe. School was starting and I didn't know if I was ready for it to start or not. I laid in my bed all covered up, clasping on to the side of my bed in nervousness. What would everything be like at my new school? What are the kids like? So many questions and only I could be the one to answer them in the morning.

I turned to my other side, flipped my pillow, and looked at the pile of stuff in the corner of my room. There everything was ready for tomorrow. My new books, binders and backpack were all waiting for me right there in the morning. I held on tightly to my Bunny. I held it up to my lips and gingerly whispered "I'm scarred." I help it tightly to my chest, feeling as though maybe I was hurting it. I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. The quicker I feel asleep, the quicker the first day would be done.

Duncan stopped the car and put his arms around me. "Here we are! Elwinn!" he said enthusiastically. "I hope you have a great day and meet lots of new friends!" he said and gave me a hug. That was a little too positive for me right now. I was just going to try and blend in as best as I could. Duncan was obviously in a hurry because he sped off in his car as quickly as he came and I was left standing alone on the sidewalk of the school, facing the front doors and a large mass of peers and fellow students. This was a familiar setting to me. I though I would just dive in and see what would happen.

I worked my way into the kids and pushed my way calmly to the front doors of the school. I closed my eyes and perched my ears to listen for name-calling addressed to me. Nothing. No one had anything to say to me yet! No one was insulting me! And I wasn't hearing "Feeble Fiesel" anymore! This felt good! I wasn't going to get my hopes up about this place quite yet though. Although Duncan said it was a great place, I've learned by now that Duncan doesn't do his research. If it says it in a pamphlet, or even on a pop-up add, it must be true to him. That is just how he thinks.

I finally made it the front door and went to open it and check out my new school. The door wouldn't open. I pulled harder. It still wouldn't budge. A voice came over my shoulder.

"The doors don't open until 16 minutes past 8" some one said. I turned around and sitting on the ledge next to me was a boy that was obviously older than me. He sat relaxing on the stone ledge and it was clear he didn't want to be here. His shortish blond hair was combed forward and he had his backpack sitting on the ground next to him. He was holding glasses in his hands that I couldn't tell if he wore or not.

"Thank you," I said to him. I just slowly migrated to the corner near the door and waited for the doors to open. I didn't know him and I wasn't really interested in talking to him. He had another idea, however.

"I haven't seen you before, are you new here?" He asked while standing up off the ledge and putting his glasses on. I nodded without lifting my head or making any eye contact with him. "Are you going into," he stopped and examined me for a moment, which made me feel slightly awkward to be standing there, "Are you going into second or third grade?" he asked.

I let out a long and drawn out sigh. "Fifth,' I said to him. His eyes widened.

"Really?!" he asked in a very surprised tone. "sorry! You just seem to be quite, eh,--"

"Tiny?" I interrupted. "Yes, I am." I crossed my arms letting him know that I didn't want to talk about it. Standing there next to him felt weird, Almost as if he seemed familiar, but I didn't know from where. I tired to ignore the feeling that I wanted to talk to him more and continued to shun him. It was at that moment the bell rang and the doors to the school unlocked themselves. I let myself in and went straight to the office, which was conveniently right next to the entrance way. I asked where I should be going and I was quickly pointed in the right direction. I was to go to Ms. Forrester's class down the hall, up the stairs, and to the left." Following the directions that were assigned to me, I found the room in no time. Surprisingly, I was the first one to enter the room. The teacher greeted me with a very fake smile, which was actually kind of amusing, and asked for my name. "Are you Feesel?" she asked me giggly.

"Yes, Fiesel," I said while correcting her on the pronunciation of my name. It's not like it bugged me at all. After all, many people did it and I wasn't surprised. Within no time, the classroom was filled with students all my age. The fifth grade class was full and Ms. Forrester started to take attendance right away. She called out and checked off names of kids, many of which I'm guessing she already knew.

"Feesel?' she asked. I turned reddish when she called me that. As if my name wasn't uncommon enough, I just told her how to say it. "Is that right?' she asked me.

"It's F-eye-zel," I said, being very clear on the way I said it. The other kids just starred at me in a way which I was familiar with. I was already assuming that my name struck them as weird. It happened all the time.

"Caroline?"

"Here"

"Jordan?"

"Right here."

"Nessa?"

There was silence. Everybody looked around at each other looking for someone to claim the name of Nessa. "Nessarose Wilson?" she asked again saying the full name. Still there was no answer. "Looks like somebody is extending their vacation a little bit," she said with a giggle. She was obviously a very bubbly teacher.

When attendance was done, school really started.

I sat in the brightly colored room trading shy looks with the other students around her already we not paying attention to what the teacher had been saying. Most of the kids were boys, which I had noticed quickly. There were 13 boys and 8 girls all together, including Nessa who wasn't here.

The teacher just continued with the first day basics. Things I had heard many times before and most of which I were familiar with. I did find out quite a few things that applied to this school though that would probably be good to know.

One; The fifth graders are treated almost the same as the Kindergarteners it seemed like. K-6 shares the same lunch time, all the same recesses, go to assemblies together, and all have the same privileges. Realistically, the only big difference between the Kindergarteners and the sixth graders are that the sixth graders are older, and don't learn about shapes and colors.

Two: The boy next to me was filling me in on a few things about the social life of the school; It was very cliquey. If I didn't have "my group" already, it would be hard to settle in now. With a sigh of despair, I thanked him and hoped for the best.

Three: The same boy next to me, whose name is Peter, also told me that one of the kids in the class, Dawson, thinks he rules the place and would most likely be harassing the new students, Nessa and I, at every chance he got.

With this new info in mind, he teacher kept rambling on mindlessly about rules, policies, and all that other start-of-school, never-really-care junk that you always seem to get.

I found at that there are 3 Recesses in the day: In the morning, at lunch, and in the afternoon. The one in the morning was at 9:45 and was almost already that time. Finally when it really arrived, a bell rang and the kids hustled outside. I followed slowly behind everybody. I was expecting for Dawson and approach me at this time and so I embraced myself for a verbal argument. How sad; a verbal argument on the first day of school.

I slowly pitter-pattered down the sidewalk and passed many of the classrooms on the way. I looked into the window to see the difference in classroom style as the grades went up and down. Upperclassmen seemed to sophisticated and underclassmen appeared to be so child-like and immature. "Hey you!" a voice called from behind me. "How do you like it here," the male voice asked very sarcastically. I turned around. It was Dawson from class. Peter power walked in my direction.

"Told ya so," he said softly under his breath as he walked right past me and continued to the playground across the field.

"Just want you to know, Feesel," He already made me angry before his first sentence was done. He knew how my name was pronounced. I didn't want anything to do with him. It seemed maybe all he could bring me was misfortune. "This is my ground. You do what I tell you to," he put his foot down as if a king, sultan, or other exulted Shaw.

"I don't think so," I said to him retaliating. He raised his right eyes brow. It was no joke that he was bigger than me, because obviously everyone was. He seemed surprised that someone like me just said what I did.

"People have listened to me sense second grade, and you aren't going to change that!" He said getting closer to me, getting ready to do something I imagine.

"And if I do?" I asked him sarcastically. That is when I must've already made him really hate me. He came up to me, grabbed my collar, and pulled it up. It didn't lift me off the ground, but it felt as though it might tear. He turned around so I was facing the building and he was facing the field. "Never question me, Feesel," he said right in my face, spitting at me a little bit, and let go of my collar. I fixed my collar, rubbed my neck because it really did hurt a little bit, and whipped the spit off of my face. I looked around at everyone. About 6 kids were looking at me, all kids from my class, and all of them wide eyed. One of them came up right to me and got close enough to whisper. She didn't seem happy.

"He isn't afraid to hurt you and get in trouble, Fiesel." She said. Earn yourself a good name for yourself now and just do as he says for the most part and he'll leave you alone." She seemed tense, and honestly to me, this was all a bunch of crud. I wasn't going to go out of my way to please some kid who thinks he's better than everybody else. This school was already too dramatic for me. It seemed like something I would see on TV. I found it kind of pathetic honestly.

I continued looking around until I saw a slightly familiar face in the window of one of the sixth grade rooms. It was that same blondy boy from earlier, outside of the front doors. He was wearing those glasses now too. It was the same kid; that one dorky looking boy. He was watching me from the window and just had a smile on his face. I couldn't help but to smile back at him. He was looking at me as if trying to say "good job". He started writing something on a piece of paper. He held it up to the window of the classroom for me to see. It said "impressive" on it. I guess he was referring to my reaction to Dawson. I gave the boy a thumbs up sign and could then see him laughing on the other side of the glass.

Peter was now standing next to me. "Wow," he said. "I didn't expect you to do that to Dawson! He will probably hate you now!" He informed me. I shrugged, informing him that I honestly didn't care. "You know," he started, "Dawson has a ton of friends in more than just the fifth grade. He can say bad things about you, you know".

"I seriously don't care. My guess is that I won't be here long anyway," I told him back. Peter stepped back and quieted down. I was still looking at the boy the classroom. Oddly enough, he hadn't moved his eyes either. It felt like we were trying to talk, but just couldn't do it.

"Peter?" I asked. He stepped forward. "See that boy in the window?" I asked while finally breaking eye contact with him to look at Peter.

"Yes, what about him?" he seemed very confused and unaware of my point.

He tried to ask, but tripped on my words as they formed in my head. I finally just spat it out. "What's his name?" I asked him calmly while looking back at him, even though he was now focused on something inside.

"Bridger,' Peter answered me, "Fiador".

I stopped to think for a second. I thanked Peter and he ran off to go play or do whatever, it didn't matter to me. I turned away from the building and put my head up high.

"Bridger Fiador," I repeated to myself. "He sounds…nice".