Kyla, still not readying to unpack her baggage even though she is already on the crazy train

My sister would rather die than admit where we go after school at least twice a week. If I am able to be honest for a moment I really wouldn’t want to admit it to anyone either.

                “There are many beautiful things in life that people don’t see because we become so wrapped up in ourselves.” It is a flutter of movement as his hands turn in and press his chest. That was our group leader speaking, a man called Wylan. He is a happy person now, but claims he used to be a real jerk till he changed his ways. He told us all that on our first day and Ashley claimed ‘brainwashing’. I thought that is was worth a try. Sure, our guy Wylan seemed to talk about salvation through spirituality quite a bit but with his sincere words, he made you believe that anyone could be saved. 

I was willing to try anything.

Well, to best describe where I am is that it is a class of sorts. Lovey dovey and touchy feely as Ashley calls it, which is why it doesn’t interest her. Ashley isn’t the lovey dovey type, whatever that means. It is a rented hall, I think, or maybe it is owned by our group leader. Didn’t bother to ask when I first came here. I really just took in the surroundings when I first stepped in. It was a small room with paisley blue walls trimmed in butter cream.  The floor was linoleum that had a thick green line painted in the middle of it forming a circle which all the chairs sat in. Trimmed in the green line was the same butter cream color forming elegant script words.

To this day, I still don’t know what is written in the circle. Maybe because when I think of the set up of the room I am reminded of that weird elementary song ‘Hole in the bottom of the sea.’ Hole in the sea with a log and a bump and frog and so on and so on. Or maybe I didn’t bother to read the script because I was thinking about my mom a lot of the time we came here. My mom, not Ashley’s, sent us both here. It was all her idea.