Tere!

Nice to see y'all!!!!!! I'm currently on a lot of caffeine!!!!!!!! And sugar!!!!!!!!!! Hee hee hee!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yee-haw!!!!!!!!!

Cough.

Anyway, I've got so many projects this weekend. And they all involve DRAWING. Let me just say this… I wish I could draw well. I really really do. But so far, even my stick figures seem a little lacking. Maybe I just need practice…or lessons.

Two weeks!!!! Yay yay yay!

Read on!

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Impossible

Serra padded quietly into the silence of the library. Ms. Isadora, the librarian who liked to be called by her first name, gave her a small nod before turning back to her crossword puzzle. Serra walked past her desk into a small dark room where the newspapers were kept. Everything was where she had left it the day before; hardly anyone used this besides her, at least this time of year. She picked up the top paper and began to read.

She'd started doing this almost immediately after Florina had suggested it to her. She didn't know why, but somehow there was this all-consuming need to know what was bothering Matthew. She'd always liked fixing things and most of her therapists spouted some crap about how it was because she couldn't seem to fix herself, so had to substitute a torn shirt or broken toy to fix. Of course, that was the main thing that they had contributed to her world until she cut them out on her eleventh birthday. They hadn't known how to fix her either.

Maybe that was the reason she wanted to know. Rather selfish really, wanting to know the truth about someone who doesn't know the truth about you. Her mother had just finished a painting this week and her father was taking a few days off in Matthew's mind.

Nothing on the front page of this one. Mostly just some stuff on student council elections. Serra was starting to wonder if Florina had meant the real newspaper, not the school one. She'd gone back since January 1, of this year all the way to June now. Maybe she'd meant the previous school year.

Serra resisted her urge to ball up the paper and throw it across the room. It would just get her detention for damaging school property, and that would be a huge waste of her time.

It would be nice if she had someone to search with though. Nino maybe, but she wouldn't know what to look for either probably. Florina would never help, just quietly say that maybe it meant she should give up. And that was not right. If there was one thing that Serra never did, it was give up.

She finished the newspaper and placed it on the ever growing pile before picking up a new one. She'd been doing this for around a week, sometimes during lunch, but mostly after school. It wasn't like she had anything else besides homework to do at "home". Another part of her don't get attached ritual; no after school activities.

"Are you alright in there?" a voice behind her asked, and Serra turned to give Ms. Isadora a toothy smile.

"Just great!" she chirped. Ms. Isadora hesitated before scooting back out of the room. Serra turned back to the newspaper.

"Hey Serra," Another voice greeted her, younger than Ms. Isadora this time. Serra swung around again on her rickety stool, almost falling this time. Priscilla was standing in the doorway with a distant smile. "Enjoying yourself?"

"You could say that," Serra muttered, rustling the pages in her hand to bring Priscilla's attention to it. "I'm searching for something."

"I can see that," Priscilla stared at the looming mass of paper's beside her. "Seems like you're very enthusiastic about it. Is there any way I can help you?"

Serra gritted her teeth, but kept smiling. Something about Priscilla's polite but superior attitude rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe she was just imagining things, but every once in a while, she would catch the girl looking at her with pity on her face. It was like she knew everything about her, something that wasn't as hard to believe as it should have been. Priscilla was just the type.

"I'm fine," Serra beamed at her. "I've almost finished another month!"

She was hoping this would make her go away, but Priscilla just took another step into the room. Serra controlled her hands before they could crumple the paper.

"May I keep you company then?" she asked, before sheepishly admitting. "I wanted to discuss something with you actually. Would you mind if I just talked while you read?"

Yes. But she didn't want to say that. "No, of course not," Serra answered pleasantly. Priscilla came in further and sat on the stool across from her.

"How are things at home?" she asked suddenly after a few minutes of silence. Serra stiffened and did not answer. "Five foster homes in seven years is pretty impressive. Not just the fact that you've been to that many, but the fact that people kept choosing to take you in, especially since you're a teenager now."

She seemed to expect a response, but Serra kept her mouth shut. She was used to dealing with nosy people by now; there was usually at least one at every school. The one who felt like it was their duty to get a background report on everyone they talk to in order to make sure that they aren't terrorists or diseased or something. They were annoying really. She could take care of herself.

Then again, what did you call what she was doing now?

"I just want you to know…" Priscilla hesitated, not looking at her now. "I mean, I don't know you very well. I'm not very good at…socializing. My brother tends to scare everyone away. But, if you need anything, I can help. I…used to be a foster child too."

And with that, she was gone, leaving Serra staring after her.

Had she just offered to help her? Had she really just admitted out loud that she was a foster child? Which was probably why she wanted to help her, actually. But still…she had never been able to tell anyone that she wasn't in a perfectly normal family unit. Just look at what she'd done with Matthew. It was just impossible for her to acknowledge it out loud.

Recently, it seemed she'd entered into a lot of impossible situations. Speaking of which…

With a sigh, she turned back to the newspaper, pushing thoughts of Priscilla out of her head. This at least, was only improbable. Which she could deal with much better.

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DONE!!!!!!!!

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