It’s me that’s out of place.Īnd the worst thing is that I feel there’s somewhere I do belong, but I just can’t find it. This is my bed, my chair, my dresser.īut right now everything looks strange to me, as if I don’t belong here. I can look out the window and see the big quince tree Matt and the guys climbed up to crash my birthday slumber party two years ago. This is my same old bedroom, with the scorch mark on the floorboards where Caroline and I tried to sneak cigarettes in 5th grade and nearly choked ourselves. Why does that sound like he? I was born here in Fell’s Church. I’ve never felt so utterly and completely lost. And the most horrible feeling I’ve ever felt in my Just then Aunt Judith let a suitcase crash down on the floor behind me and sighed a huge sighĪnd said, “We’re home.” And Margaret laughed. I ran up the steps and I tried the door and knocked with the knocker.Īnd when Aunt Judith unlocked the door I burst inside and just stood in the hallway listening, expecting to hear Mom coming down the stairs or Dad calling from the den. But even when I saw the house and the empty front porch I still felt that way. I bet they’ll be on the front porch or in the living room looking out the window. When we turned onto our street I suddenly thought, “Mom and Dad are waiting for us at home. The day before yesterday, while Aunt Judith and Margaret and I were driving back from the Messed up from the time difference between France and here. I keep telling myself it’s just that I’m all But here I am at 5:30 in the morning, awake and scared.
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