Chuck was starting to believe she never would fit in here.
While she felt she had made a friend in at least Isaac, if you could call letting your dogs play friendship. She felt like an outcast, she pretty much felt like everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to have a melt down and loose control of her powers again. She wish she could leave, she wish she could be on her own, or at least convince her Dad to leave with her. But she knew they were safest here, despite how uncomfortable she felt here.
Crying to herself, she set tucked away from people out back behind the farm, looking at an old photo of her, her mom and dad, back when they were happy, back when things weren’t so fucked up. She just wished for a friend, a real friend, not someone trying to manipulate her or use her. Just someone she felt like she could talk to.
But she doubt that was going to happen.
The young goat was not all that large, but neither was Laura, so while she was perfectly capable of carrying the weight, it was quite cumbersome in her arms. Once again, this one had found its way over to one of the mansions to eat the blackberry bush that had sprung up around the railing on the front steps. It was as she passed the barn that she saw the young girl, clearly in a state of anguish.
She wasn’t entirely sure of what to do, she was better at emotion than she used to be, but giving comfort to a teenager was another matter. Finally she decided on a course of action, “Hey, do you want to meet Bramble?”
