We'll all dance alone [[anyone! =D]]

[Caty Carter]

Lots of people hated rain, or snow, or any type of weather in which the sky wasn't bright and illuminated by the sun. Some people ran inside at even the thinest cloud covering, for fear of a thunderstorm, or even a tornado, but those were just people who took everything to the extremes. There were others who enjoyed the rain and snow and everything about it. Caty Carter definitely categorized herself with the latter of the two.

It wasn't that Caty disliked the sun; In fact, she loved it. Still, there was nothing quiet as relaxing as the rain. The slight, almost inaudible noise it made as it hit the roof of a car or house. Taking walks in the rain was the best of them all. It was extremely relaxing; There was no one else outside to disturb you. Just you, walking by yourself, perhaps accompanied by the occasional passing car. It was perfect.

Unfortunately for her, the day was bright and sunny. However, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, either. Caty was a photo-freak; She was constantly taking pictures of people and scenery. She'd had a professional camera since she was about fourteen, and she got a great deal of use out of it. Earlier in the day, she'd walked around the campus of the school she attended and took pictures.

Now, however, was a totally different story. Having gotten bored with taking pictures(which didn't happen all that often), she decided that it was a good time to go get a Starbucks latte. It was the perfect thing to perk up the already hyper nineteen year old. And now she sat, gazing out the window of the local Starbucks, latte in hand, wondering just what she'd do with the rest of her unplanned day.[/color]

[April Hathoway]

The young gal walking wasn't bored. Nor was she sad. She was simply angry. She had spent the morning remorsing over her past. She wondered how her father could have ever done that to her mother. But she regretted ever getting far enough from her brother to not be able to predict what he was doing. Though thankful he hand't done anything to her, yet, she still regretted it. She regretted it all.

The small figure was walking along the sidewalk. Just thinking was all. She was trying to figure out what she could have done to change her history. You know, when you walk, or sit, and just think of all the bad things, and what would have happened if you would have changed. Well, that's what this gal was doing.

The truth was though, there wasn't all that much she could change. She had had no clue of her father. And she had no time once she found out. Though, she could have changed the fate of her grandparents, but then, whoever else she would have ran to would have been dead right know. Maybe her grandparents as well, cause she would have truely ran to them next.

Tears gently rolled down the Lizzy's face as she thought. She walked into a nearby starbucks. Her eyes filled with tears that flowed like a river along her face. She walked up to the counter and ordered a double creamed coffee. It wasn't exactly an extravagence. But it was one of her favorites.

[Caty Carter]

Caty sighed out of apparent boredom, her eyes wandering around the coffee shop for some interesting new specimen to take pictures of, or something else that was interesting to do. She sipped at her beverage slowly, scanning the people who entered and left the shop. She wondered if any of them would be opposed to her taking their picture, or if the staff would let her in the back to take pictures of them and things like the equipment. Sure, it was kind of pathetic, but there was just about nothing else to do.

Caty inhaled and blew out the breath slowly, trying to entertain herself. At least it was an attempt, even if it didn’t work. It was only then that she remembered her iPod, sitting unused in the pocket of her jeans. She retrieved it slowly and put the headphones in her ears, pressing the play button and tuning out the world. It was a wonderful thing to do, and it always relaxed you.

Bob Dylan’s ‘Mr Tambourine Man’ hadn’t even finished when Caty saw Lizzy, or April, Hathoway, her best friend, enter the Starbucks, tears running down her face. It bothered Caty greatly to see her best friend in tears, and she almost immediately got up to see what was wrong. She paused her iPod and put it on hold, wrapping the earphones protectively around it before shoving it in her pocket. Her latte still in hand, she headed over to where Lizzy stood. ”What’s wrong?” she asked immediately, skipping the ‘hello’s and getting straight to the point.[/color]

[April Hathoway]

Lizzy closed her eyes and took a sip of the hot coffee. It wasn't exactly the best in the warm weather, but like she cared. She looked around and didn't really see anybody in a quick glance. A girl just playing her Ipod. A guy holding a girls hand. A couple making out in the corner. Seemed like the average starbucks in her mind.

She closed her eyes and tried to stop the tears. But it didn't work. She still had the thoughts. Why had her father done that? What was her brother thinking. So many secrets. She remembered the song 'dirty little sercret' and tried to think what was hers. But the truth was, she had so many she couldn't decide.

Probably the one she tried to hold off longest wasn't that she was in foster care, but why she was in foster care. 'Just stop. You bitch.' She heard. She looked around and nobody was talking to her. She muttered under her breath. 'You.' Then she got it again. 'Why don't you go fuck yourself. Or have your brother do it for you.' She felt hurt why would anybody pick at her weak spot?

She saw Caty coming over and smiled. "Nothing really. Im just thinking." She had been Caty's friend forever, well ever since at Kilyn's . So she had spilled the beans a bit to her. But it was fine. She just felt like crying today I guess.

[Caty Carter]

There was really nothing special going on in Starbucks today. It was dissappointing. Usually the place was a bit more lively than this. But now, there were just a few random people. She recognized a few of the regulars, like a man, maybe a little older than she, with a carmel frappachino and his laptop, typing away in the corner.

As Caty walked over to her friend to go see what was wrong, she saw her lips moving. Caty looked at the girl curiously, wondering who she was talking to and what she was saying. As she got closer, she heard words that sounded like something along the lines of 'go fuck yourself'. Caty looked around, wondering who Lizzy was talking to, but saw no one that would give her cause to hate them. And then Caty remembered that her friend's problem was schizophrenia, and it all made sense.

Caty saw the smile that Lizzy threw her when she approached, but she didn't believe it. There was no way that someone could go from tears to smiling unless they were the mother-of-the-bride at a wedding. Caty was sure that Lizzy's tears had been ones of pain. They'd been great friends ever since they arrived at Kailyn, and there was no keeping anything from the other. "Thinking about what?" Caty pressed, determined to find out the cause of her friend's tears.

[April Hathoway]

Lizzy was used to people thinking she was crazy. Whenever she would be talking to herself. Sometimes she would be in a bad mood and Nichole, or Daniel would bother her the most in a bad mood. Daniel had a little more snobby personality, he would usually only bother her, where Nichole would wait a while then think on whether to bother or to cheer Lizzy.

Other kids had imaginary friends, and whatnot. Well, I guess you could say that was what Nichole and Daniel where to Lizzy. But kinda a lot more serious. See, they were the voices, the hallucinations. She had a few different voices, but the main two where Nichole and Daniel. Daniel had a squeaky voice that always got on Lizzy's nerves. While Nichole had a much quieter shy voice. Much more pleasant to Lizzy's mind.

Lizzy glanced at Caty who had by now approached her. "Well. I guess I'm thinking about, well you know." She said. Knowing, or at least thinking she had spilled the beans to Caty before. They had known each other for some time know, and they had been best of friends since ever arriving at Kailyn Institute.

She heard the mocking voice of Daniel rise up into her head again. She wished he wouldn't start such stuff in public. It was embarrassing getting those curious, but rude glances. Some that were meant to call her crazy. She found it upsetting. She always seemed to be the freak show.

'Let this bitch go. She doesn't belong here.' Daniel mocked. "Go stick a fish in it and shut up." Lizzy said. 'Oh so the little girl fights back.' He mocked again. Lizzy felt her frustration growing as she listened to Daniel mock her. She tried to ignore him and just listen to Caty, but it was so hard.