Guess who found me...?

Well, guess what? I'm back at home. Yep, no more Florida. Too bad.

The problem started because of my stupid flesh memories. You know, the reason I'm some sort of black belt. Stupid, stupid, stupid flesh memories. 'Cause when some idiot tried to "assault" Winter on the Greyhound to Georgia (yeah, I was finally on my way to getting some answers!), I stepped in.

And broke his nose. Oh well.

Apparently, the damage was so severe that we had to call the hospital, and then when he recovered the creep had to call la policia, who of course had to take me in and had to check to see if I was reported to Missing Persons. Turns out I was, but not Elaine. I just don't get that.

Mom and Dad got down here fast. They were really relieved that I was all right, but they also were freaking furious at me for running away. But not as furious as I expected them to be. After all, they should be worried about Elaine, right? Right? But instead, all they do is lecture me on how I won't stop talking about her.

The conversation since then sounds pretty much just like this:
Me: But Dad, Elaine could be anywhere! We have to go find her!
Dad: Calm down, Anastacia. (Yeah, stupid name. Shut up.) I know she was close to you-
Me: Close to me? She was my sister! She was more than close to me!
Mom: Don't talk to your father that way! You scared us half to death!
Me: But what about-
Dad: Not another word, young lady.
Mom: You are so grounded when we get home.

And it goes on and on. What I don't understand is this: why are they not worried about Elaine? I even told them about Gerard- it was a necessary decision, albeit a stupid one- and they just wrote it off. "Calm down." Mom said, sounding like Dad. "We know you loved her, but she's fine, I'm sure." They keep talking about her in the past tense, like she died or some other weird thing.

Well, I'm stuck here at home. I can go to school (and they were nice enough to count the Florida trip as alternate education, so I don't have to make up the work. The weird thing is that it was Mom and Dad who set that up. I guess I thought they'd want me to be punished with extra studying.) and I can get on the Internet, but no talking to people any other way. And there's no Chris to talk to, and Sylvia's avoiding me. Says her parents are mad.

There's nothing left for me to do- oh, wow, I just got an idea. Ice was the one who discovered the Feral for me, and he said it has a massive online community. Might as well try to break into it, but how am I going to do that? Oh, I'm stupid. I've got Winter's email!!!

Until next time,
~Stacie