32“Home” – Phillip Phillips
His uncle's house had different smells than his house. Not bad, just weird. Or not even weird, but different. It was a little unsettling that he couldn't quite pinpoint what his own house smelled like. Maybe it's a laundry detergent thing. He felt like an intruder going through the cabinets to find some food. It wasn't like he'd never been there before, just never really by himself.
There was protein powder in one of the cabinets, so Luke decided to be adventurous and find a blender to make a shake. “Don't worry, guys, I know you don't need it,” he explained to his biceps. At least the sound of the blender churning ice drowned out the loud quiet. He knew he had homework to do, and he desperately searched for a part of the motivation he had that first day of sc
