Author's Note: So Spencer's ages in this one-shot: part 1- nine, part 2- about fourteen/fifteen, part 3- about seventeen/eighteen, part 4- around 29ish.

Day Fifty-Two: Are We There Yet by Ingrid Michaelson

"Are we there yet?"

A little brunette about nine years old chirped as she watched people move boxes and boxes and boxes into the new house. But everyone just ignored her.

She began to feel overwhelmed as she watched everyone move in all the boxes. It was too much for the little fourth grader to handle.

She wandered off into the upstairs part of the house. This would be her first time in this house. She wandered around into each of the rooms, until one in particular caught her eye.

It was the smallest, quaintest, loveliest of the bedrooms. There was a clear view of a small meadow with a little pond. She wondered if anyone ever went as she leaned over the window seat.

As if to answer her question, a dog with a long blonde coat ran into the park, chasing after a ball. A little girl followed, her deep brown braids flopping in every-which direction. They were followed by a boy who looked a little older with somewhat-long dirty blonde hair. They were all smiling as the girl finally caught up with the dog, which was barking and playing with them.

She smiled as she sat down on the window seat. She wondered if they'd be friends with her. They looked about her age. She wondered if people were friendly here.

She got up and lay down on the rug. She looked up at the ceiling. She wondered if this would be home.

She stared at her toes, which were chipped after a month of not painting them. She wondered if things would get better for her.

When she finally thought she was there, things got ruined again. No, she wasn't about to move again, but her life was ruined.

Her best friend, the one person who she thought she could always count on, had completely abandoned her and now she was all alone. Now she spent all of lunch alone, choking back tears every time she realized nobody wanted to sit with her now.

School wasn't bad; she still had yet to find something which challenged her. But this was beginning to be too much for her to deal with.

She sighed dismally as she fell back on her bed, looking at the ceiling.

She heard that saying a time or twenty. They said that you're really not somebody until somebody else loves you. She was still waiting to make somebody somebody. And she was waiting to be somebody, hopefully soon.

"Spencer!"

With a sigh, she got up. She realized it was soon time to go to that hellhole they called high school. Before leaving, she stopped at the back of her door.

"Are we there yet?" she asked as she counted down the days until summer came and she could be at peace.

Unfortunately for her, there were still about forty days left until the summer came.

She looked outside of the window with red-rimmed eyes. "When am I going to laugh again?"

Her best friend stared at her with concern. She tried to smile. "When something happens that's really funny?" she guessed, trying to think of a way to make her laugh.

She just looked out at the rainy day. Teardrops from the sky were falling all across the windows and the roof. "Where's the silver lining?" she inquired.

"It's coming, Spence. I promise," her friend assured her. "All clouds come with a silver lining."

She just pressed her cheek against the window pane. The pressure was building up again. With a shaky voice, she asked, "Are we there yet?"

"Where?"

She sniffled. "Graduation? I don't think I can handle much more of this town," she answered.

She laughed. "Can you tell me where we're going?"

The blue-eyed man sitting across from her laughed. "No. Then it's not a surprise!"

She groaned. "I hate surprises. You can't even give me a hint?"

He thought for a moment. "It's home."

"You keep saying that, but meanwhile, we keep driving in circles and none of our things are there. How can it be home yet?" she asked.

"Because I know where my home is wherever you are. Home is where my heart is. My heart is with you."

She thought. She guessed she had never found home before. She was too scared to call it home. What if she just called it home only to have it taken away again?

She shook her thoughts away. "Are we there yet?" she complained, child-like.

He nodded as he stopped the truck. "We're here," he told her.

She looked to her side in amazement. It was just as she had imagined. It looked like a home, warm and inviting. There was a field where their kids and their dog could play. It was quaint, but…it wasn't too much. It was friendly and kind.

"This is our home."

So none of me being self-depreciating. I actually liked this one quite a lot.

tobyequalshottness:Thank you very much! I'm really glad you like them. And I'm glad people read this collection. Needless to say, it takes a lot of work.

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AL3110:Alright, alright; you were right. I totally forgot about Homewrecker. For a moment I thought you were talking about Teen Idle (which is PLL, but not Spoby, but still a one-shot). I shall give you a virtual hug.

MizzIsTheFizz:Who needs sleep anyway? Sleep is overrated; you can sleep when you die. Sorry. Those are my words to live by during school. I catch up on my sleep during the summer (but in summer, I'm also like an owl; I stay up until like 3AM, when most people are like dead and I sleep until about noon). Um, interesting you should say that. People tell me I'm a good artist (or they used to tell me that) but now they kind of hate me in my art class. I think I'm pretty good, but I used the whole shading thing kind of like a crutch and I shade in pretty much everything. My illusion of depth is pretty good (then again, I have depth perception issues, so maybe it's not that good and it just looks good to me, ha ha).

So tomorrow will be #53 and my first benchmark. It will be (AL, try and contain your excitement here) Radioactive by Marina and the Diamonds. Yes, MATD, not Imagine Dragons. This may come as a shock, but I've never even listened to their "Radioactive". I like never listen to the radio, so...there's that.

So tomorrow is also my birthday...my birthday wish? Reviews, favourites, follows, smiley faces :) I'm good with all of the above. -Kayson