My mom and dad worked at a law firm and were not home much and usually when they had to work late they had the next door neighbor babysit me, her name...was Alice and she was about 60 years old, my parents trusted her and she was as uptight as they were so even when my parents weren't home I got no relief from the constant censoring. One night my parents had to go to a work party they had every year and were going to be gone most of the night, As usual my parents called Alice but she said she was. It was upon us andsomehow despite living a term now as an almost normal boy, save for mymakeup, I was profoundly unhappy, even for a Goth.It was time to return home.Jade wanted to come with me to meet Mum and Trudy, and although she didnot say it, she wanted to work out a way of cheering me up.Me, I was running out of money, and I needed a job.While I was sleeping on my first day back Mum and Jade had got out thephoto albums and Jade had been shown through my childhood. She waspuzzled though. But Bill — I’m sure — had always believed that he’d return wearing his gallantry medals, unlike his father, whose medals were displayed on a little shrine in the family home. Alice came into the picture when Bill and I were about ten years old. His Royal Highness George Arnold had always lived at the vicarage, — the house on the south side of my parents house — well, the Arnolds had lived there as long as I could remember anyway. No, he wasn’t a vicar, the gigantic Victorian pile had been. She almost walked up to the door when she noticed his girlfriend’s car in the driveway. She bit her lip and walked away, not wanting to become a burden on anyone. She felt hopeless and dejected, seeing the sight that she saw, and now not having anyone to talk to. Tears streamed forth from her bright green eyes, not taking one moment to relax. The depression was too much to handle. She clutched her head and collapsed in the middle of the road, not caring that she had scratched her head on the.