Live, Die, what's next? (1x1 open)

"I wasn't born here. I spent my time at boarding schools up in other countries. That's why." I said.

I tried walking around him again.

I looked at him. Only have of that I understood but I didn't care. "It's not a problem you can fix, if anyone could it would've been done." I argued.

I sighed, he thought it was that. I didn't care if he was a vampire or not. I left and found a place to stay.

But Life Has so much more poitenional. And you could use a better life even with trust. I eaily put the thought in her head.

(Honstly I don't know what I'm saying or really doing. lol. I'm just saying something that comes to my finger tips lol.)

Stay out of my head please. I really didn't like that. It would be very annoying.
(Yea i know, but it better than nothing(

What ever you say. I looked around the house and thought to my self.

(If there is something serten you want me to do just let me know and I'll see what I can do)

(not right now, i need to figure out how to get her out of this slump, maybe he could talk to her? i dont know)
I sat there.

(-shrugs- I don't know.)

I thought of what to do. I wasn't sure.

(I guess his parents ccould bring her in, they see how she's just moving to find a place to sleep and take her in.)
I left to find an alley.

(Alright sounds good.)

I started To play The Piano again. But As I did that. My mother Was out of the house. By my fathers request. I didn't know what for but she wasn't here.

I was out looking for the girl That was here erlier. I looked in all the ally ways and reconized her right there. "Hello Dear." I said to her and I put a sweet smile on.

I looked up at the woman. I reconized her from before and despite how sweet she seemed I still regarded her cautiously. "Hello ma'am." I replied.

"Thank you." Was all I could say. I didn't know what else to do or say no, I was a little frightened but not enough to want to run or alarm her. I followed quietly back.

I didn't sayy anything, I wasn't sure what to do. I followed quietly again. I sat there after she left, not sure to unpack or just stuff it away. I just decided to push the bag under the bed.

"Thanks." I didn't know what else to say. I knew I had a lot of thanks to say though.

They sounded interesting to me. Being an only child after my suster died.

I took small bites of the food they gave me. I looked around then got out my art book. Very weird that we both liked that, but I was a painter. I didn't have any canvases so I just started to do ideas until I did.