browniegal
"And for the duration of your stay on the train, you'll be with me!" said their supervisor. That what her mother called it. A supervisor. Her fancy way of saying baby sitter whithout making me too mad. Or at least trying not to make me too mad.
"Does anyone here even AGREE wit the clear cutting of the mountain? Do you see any point? Well I don't, and who's with me?" she questioned the crowd. They cheered and began to pass around a page that she had brought with her, prepared. It was a petition. It was their last chance.
He tossed the can in the trash without even a thought, but then he remembered her. The sparkle in the eyes as she teased him and plucked the cans he never gave a thought about right out of the trash. He choked back a sob thinking of that terrible day, and how she would never do that again. Not on this earth. Maybe in heaven.
The girl sat down at the table, wondering what her parents were cooking for dinner. One thing was certain. They would tell her it was gourmet. They told her EVERYTHING was gourmet. That was their new word. You see, Lina's parents weren't the normal type. They were a bit... As some would say, off their rocker. They were truly and totally insane. They had been in a mental hospital before, but now they lived in assisted mental apartments, so the Lina could stay with them.