Dream On.

Raven grabs me unto a hug and asks me to stay, that is all it takes. Devin pats the seat next to him, i hesitate but sit anyway. Another girl gets on the bus. she has a guitar too. she begins to play. it makes me smile inside. Devin comments on how good she is, i agree silently. i decide to speak.

"Hi Clarity, im Cellia." i sniffle a bit, the sobs are gone but the pain is still there. "this is Devin, Clarissa, and Raven. Before you ask, yes, we are all runaways. You missed our stories." i smile and chuckle a bit as i say this. i suppose it is a good thing that she missed the hectic drama of our stories, though it was canceled out by Devins' radiant sense of humor. I snuggled in to Devins shoulder and close my eyes.
"hey Clarity?"
"yeah?"
"could you play more?" so she plays and i sing along with her. Suddenly i hear a deeper voice, Devin sings too. i smile and open my eyes. a higher pitched voice joins in, Clarissa. i look to Raven, she smiles and sings too. i grab my guitar and play along, so does Devin. I can't help but thinking about what i know. we are all runaways, we all have issues, and right now as we all sing together, we are all happy for the first time in a very, very long time.

"2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
'Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season'
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... Just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
'Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.'
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... Just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
And breathe, just breathe
Woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe."

SIDENOTE:
This is going great!!! I love it, lets keep going!!!! Thank you to all the people who are reading and even more to the wonderful characters who keep this whole thing going!!!
THANKS TO:
CLARISSA
RAVEN
DEVIN
CLAIRITY
!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raven
After we all stopped singing I sighed and closed my eyes briefly now came the hard part. I had to tell my story. " It was mine and Luna's 15th birthday we were identical twins. 3 days afterwards we had a huge blowout over something stupid I can't remember anymore. She got pissed at me and stormed off which she did when she wanted to blow off steam. I noticed that she wasn't at school the next day which worried me. I went looking for her calling her name and I passed an alley at about 3:15 and happened to look in and saw." My voice broke and a sob escaped me. "And saw Luna with her throat slit and she was stabbed in the stomach. She was still alive and I ran and tried to stop the bleeding but it was too late. I remember stumbling out of the alley but I don't remember getting up. A woman saw me and screamed and I looked at myself and saw I was covered in Luna's blood and I broke down shaking and screaming and crying. It started to rain as if the heavens were pitying me. A few days after Luna's funeral my parents started to abuse me telling me that it was my fault and I can't help but thinking that their right. I'm sorry Luna I'm so sorry." I finished my story and broke down my face in my hands sobs racking my body.

Clarity

"It is only your fault if you make it your fault. Otherwise, you must move on. Don't forget, but hold the memories. But don't let them bother you." I tell Raven.

"Oh, that was deep. If I tried to say something like that, I would probably really mess it up, and say something along the lines of 'It's not make it move's fault'. Or something similar." Devin laughs. I can't help but laugh along.

I just look at them, trying to decide what was going on here. I was trying to figure out how everyone related to each other, but I couldn't.

"Did you all know each other before here?" I ask.

"No, I wish I did, though." Devin says, gesturing to all the girls around him.

"Grow up." I tell him with a scowl.

I stared at Raven. I knew what it was like to lose a sister and not know why, i knew the violence of anger that wells up inside the people you used to know. You feel them blaming you. I got up and walked to Raven.
"I know." i said.
"you know what?"
"I just know." and suddenly she seemed angry. and i understood why as well.
"i know" i said again. and i sat next to her. i could feel the heat of her anger, i knew what she was thinking 'what is it that you know so well? what?' but still i sat there and i looked at the floor and i waited for whatever was to come next.

Devin


I burst out laughing.

"What?" Raven asks coldly.

"I just saw a old hippie. He had a wagon, a red wagon." I laugh some more.

"Oh, come on, lighten up a little." I say. They don't.

I take out my guitar, purposely mess up a few chords and sing:

"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha, don't cha?" I sing in my highest voice possible. It works, they all start laughing. I do a little dance, they laugh some more.

I wiped away my tears and walked over to Cellias side and wrapped my arms around her surprising her. "I know you know." I grabbed my stuff and moved it over by Cellia and pulled out my sketchpad. I flipped through page after page of pictures of me with my mouth shut in different ways. I flip to the second to last page and gently touch the drawing. It's me with my mouth sewn shut holding a needle and thread I look as broken as I feel but then I flip to the very last page and it's an incomplete picture of me screaming with my head thrown back. I pull out my pencils and go to work adding detail to the lips and the hair and the sky and the people rushing towards me trying to get me to keep my mouth shut.

*Just so you guys know, I never told my story. I remembered it.*

Clarissa:

I couldn't help but skreik with my incredibly horrible, high pitched, obnoxious laugh. Slapping my hands over my mouth i attempted to muffle the sounds, it didn't work. I slid off of th seat and onto the floor, still cracking up.

The thing about me is that when you get me to laugh I always laugh to long and to obnoxiously. Giving up I threw my head back and held my stomach. Quickly standing up I said through laughter "Oh my god, I haven't laughed like this in," gasping for air I continued ",years." Wiping a tear from my eye I sat back down.

That was another thing. A thing I hated. I cry when I laugh.

Name: Jet

Age: 17

Appearance: Jet has jet (no pun intended) black hair and soft blue eyes. His skin is pretty pale and he's kind of thin. What weight he has is mostly muscle, which he has quite a lot of. He has a scar along his right cheekbone.

Personality: Jet is a strong spirited person who hates to see anyone upset. He's really good at cheering people up. He's a very happy person and even when he's not he pretends that he is. He has a brillian white smile and he uses it often. He's a very open person who will basically share anything with you unless he's not supposed to.

Likes: Laughing, happiness, rain, fog, smiling, music, singing, comforting people.

Dislikes: Being upset, others being upset, the being brilliantly bright, silence.

History: To be revealed...

Other: Up for love.

Jet:

With my foster parents money in my back pocket, my electric guitar slung on my back in its black case, my guitar pick tucked into the ring I made especially to hold it, and my Nike shoes with the sole near bits I waited for the bus. People driving by gave me dirty looks. I must have looked like aa hoodlum. My shredded shoes, ripped jeans, and black hoodie over my white t-shirt I looked like a man that could kill.

Finally the bus pulled up. Climbing up I spotted a group of people, one laughing insanly and the others giving her a funny look but still laughing. One guy sat in between to girls.

I made my way back to them and sat down next to two girls. "Hi." They all said. I gave hem a toothy smile and said "Hi, I'm Jet."

WE all are laughing and it feels so, so good. i am just about to join Clarissa, rolling around on the floor when he reach the next stop. another guy gets on. tall, muscley, dark hair, nice teeth the works. bad boy too, hes wearing ripped jeans and a black hoodie. Jet. he sits down next to our group. i reach over Raven with my hand out streched,
"Hi im Cellia. You a runaway too? we all are."

I flashed a quick smile at Jet. "I'm Raven. Welcome to the bus to Everywhere and Nowhere." I said intoning slightly dramatically.

i see he has a guitar. Devin, Clarity and i all have one too. maybe we could all play something. i smile at Raven. and i hope she reads thoughts because there is no way i am saying what i am thinking out loud. my thought: Gosh he hes friggin cute! lovin the whole bad boy thing hes got goin on...apparently my thoughts have really bad ghetto accents and really bad grammer ha ha. i wait for raven to reply. then again mybe she doesnt read minds...either way i want to get a conversation started with every one who we have now on the wonderful bus to everywhere and nowhere, where drama is always our starting and ending point whether we want it or not. i look around, Now there are six people on the bus. Me, Raven, Clarissa, Clarity, Devin, Jet. Six people, six stories, six worlds that have joined together for this unforgettable ride to nowhere. how lucky are we now? Bring it on world, we have ALL started new lives and theres nothing you can do about it.

I grin at Cellia reading her expression and mouth 'I know.' I bite my lip drawing blood staring at the nearly completed picture and tap the pencil against my chin. It needs something but what. Then it hits me. I dig out my black and red pencils and write in caligraphy roses and thorns and birds in little small corners with the black pencil 'IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!' I outline it in red and smile. "Hey Cellia what do you think?" I ask showing her the completed picture.

Clarissa:

Though she wasn't showing me I looked at the picture "Oh my god! That is so good!" I gushed. It really was.