Chapter 4 - The Wall

As soon as I shut the door, tears started falling. I collapsed on my bed and hugged my Winnie The Pooh teddy bear close. I cried harder as I thought about all the stuff I would be leaving behind in Vancouver if I moved to Tulsa.

There was a knock at the door. I managed a, "Who is it?"

"Zac," came the muffled reply.

"Come in," I sniffed. The door opened and Zac appeared. He came in and sat beside me on the bed.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"Because I�m going to miss Vancouver," another tear dropped from my eye as I mentioned a few off the things that I was going to miss. Emily, Charis, My room, My former parents, my house, just Vancouver in general.

Don�t worry. I�m sure we�ll come back and visit your friends, or maybe we could convince Mom and Dad to fly them down to Tulsa. As for your room, you could bring stuff with you. There is the possibility that you won�t get a room to yourself, though." Zac tried to calm me down. It was working. I looked at him questioningly. "That�s cause there isn�t enough room in the house. We could convert the guest room into a bedroom for you maybe. But then Mom and Dad would have to deal with everyone whining about how you get your own room and they don�t." Zac explained.

"Oh," I said. Zac looked up, it was then that he noticed the walls of my room. He kind of yelped and then dove under the bed. I laughed.

"What are you laughing at? This is really creepy." I heard Zac say in a small voice.

"No it�s not." I argued.

"Yes it is, can�t you feel them watching you?" Zac was of course referring to the many posters that adorned my walls. "Their eyes follow you wherever you go."

I stared at the posters for a minute. I got up and walked across the room. Scott Moffatt's eyes followed me across the room. Staring at me every step I made. I yelped and dove to join Zac under the bed. "Thanks a lot, I�m never going to be able to put posters on my walls ever again." I said sarcastically.

Zac just grinned.