The next few weeks pass in a blur, full of fun and swimming and quadrobics. Lake comes every chance he gets, and we've had some hilarious times. She always manages to cheer me up if I've been thinking about my family too much (which happens often), and we run under the sun and howl at the night sky. Once, she had a shift and jumped into the waterhole! She came up SO confused. Yesterday, I went on an expedition to the edge of the bush, and found a newspaper on the thin line between bush and road. "MISSING CHILD STILL NOT FOUND", was emblazoned on the top, and an article close to it read; "Parents grief-stricken after daughter ran away a few weeks ago. "We miss her so much," said a sobbing Mrs Andrews; "the house simply don't seem the same without her." "Yeah right!' I scoffed to Lake when she came later in the day. "They just wanted attention! They never liked me anyway!' It wasn't true; they had loved me until I came out to them; and then...well, I coudn't go back, that's for sure. NOT DONE YET
