After around 10 minutes of driving I felt the car jerk to a stop. "Well kiddo this is your stop," my dad said, the engine still running. I got out of the car before realizing that he wasnt walking me inside. "Dude! I've never been here, what if i get lost or fall down a flight of stairs, or something?' I could feel a sh*t eating grin form on his face. "Well you're going to have to move ou-" He was cut off by my door slamming.

Facing, what I assumed was the door, I whipped out my walking stick like a lightsaber. "Mom, go and be productive. I'll be fine," I heard a feminine voice say," It's just a support group.' Score! someone to help me. I, not so gracefully, shuffled towards the voice.

A few seconds later i was right in front of her. How do I know? I may have accidentally whacked her with my old lady cane.

"Oh my Chuck, I am so sorry." I exclaimed holding my hands up in surrender. I heard her laugh slightly. "It's fine. Are you new here?" she asked in a slightly peppy tone. I smiled, "Yes. Um, I was wondering if you could guide me to where we're going? Seeing as I'm kinda blind." "Sure. I'm Hazel."

A/N:) yeah i know these are short. but camera batteries die and people dont write extremely long journal entries. so. love ya. Spread love like butter.

-Assassin