A kiss is placed upon my cheeks, the expected one from a mother as she tells you goodbye. With my crutches by my side, my ankle still in its cast, my carryon backpack all loaded up, and my ticket in my wallet, I know that I will not see this town for a very long time. The house before me, the pale blue color, the tall windows, and the most familiar one untouched for two weeks now. Two weeks since Franke attacked Kace and me, causing me to slice her throat open and tell the judge how it was all self defense. It was self defense, and the jury agreed. Franke's mother wanted me behind bars and I was declared innocent in a speedy trial. For two weeks I have not set foot in this house, only back today from a long stay at Rosie's to grab a couple of items from my room. My parents watched as I had
