Mar 30, 2006 20:48
I really liked my house in Australia. It was better than all the places we lived before that and it was way better than the island. It was big, and had a big backyard where I could play with Vincent after school. He liked that, way more than when we lived in an apartment for a while and had no yard. And in Australia I had my room. It was blue and had my computer and games and everything. And I could go there when my parents- I mean, my mom and stepdad- were ignoring me or yelling at me and stuff. On the island, I don't have anywhere I can go like that to be alone, 'specially not now. I'm usually left alone, but it's not the same thing. I wish I could be back home- in Australia, I mean- and my mom was alive again. And if not, I want to be with my dad in New York. He told me a little about where he lives there. There isn't a yard, but he said there's a park near his apartment, and that's okay. I'll go with an apartment and a park if it means we can go home. And it means I'd have my dad back.
Muse: Walt Lloyd
Fandom: Lost (tv)
Word count: 209