Waiting can be a hard thing. Especially when you dont know what your waiting for. I dont know what Im waiting for. Something good I guess, I mean a bad thing wouldnt be good, but then again Im not sure if what is happening to me is good or bad. So I could be waiting for something bad to happen, but I dont really care right now. I think Ive been here too long now. Im not sure how I got here or why Im here, At least Im not alone. Yes, someone else is here, with me now, this very second. Her name is Sarah. My name is James just incase you didnt know. Its been a while since Ive seen my family, I really miss my father. But this has been a growing experience. Its been Five years now, Im almost eighteen, and Sarah turns seventeen tommarow. This is only her fourth year, but our third year of being in the same room together. She said her room was the exact same. She said that when she left her old room to go to mine she thought she was being brought back to the same room as always, only I was thier.

I only wish I could leave here now. Because I know what it was like before this happened. I remember school, The outdoors, the trees, hanging out with friends on the weekends. That was it, that was the life. But now Im trapped here with only Sarah in this small square room with a faucite, a drain on the small counter, and a small porterpotty like room in another corner, with a small two-person couch in the center and a queen sized bed for two in another corner, and the empty corner which is where I sit this very moment half asleep. where I have a clear view of the entire room. And I can see Sarah sleeping on the couch wearing all but shoes and socks, face tucked in the corner of the couch. And it was to this that I slowly drifted to sleep