"On a happier note, want dinner?" I asked, grinning. I couldn't cook like a normal girl, but my macaroni and cheese was delicious. I hopped off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. Digging through the cupboard, I found a pan and filled it with water. I moved a little bit slowly, feeling hyperaware of myself. My head was spinning with possibilities of where we could go if we ran, but I was also terrified. I'd had enough of my parents, who hate my music and my best friend...but I wasn't sure I was quite ready to leave my home yet.