A week ago I'd been driving (I forget where to) and I'd gone past the Homeless Shelter. Now sometimes I have these feelings, you know...like this aching need to do something, and I try to not ignore this feeling, because I believe in intuition, and being a witch and all, I like to think I have a special connection to the unseen. Though any real powers are yet to ever show themselves, beyond being able to copy/paste peoples powers. Anyway, this gut feeling of mine was screaming like a siren when I went past the Homeless Shelter, and I knew I had to be there. So I got connected and signed up to do some volunteer work there, I'd been going in for a few days to help with the kids there, reading them books and basically being their tiny play thing, which I adored. This would make day 4, and besides making little ones giggle, I hadn't really discovered anything astronomical yet, the feeling like I was looing for something still lingered, but without anything turning up, I was beginning to wonder if t was just some sort of loneliness issue, with goat boy gone for awhile, I really wasn't sure.

With an ugly plastic cover over my wrapped up black hair, and a green apron over my neon pink sweater, I looked like a grouchy 60's lunch lady. Or so I told myself as I looked at my reflection in my powder mirror. With a sideways smirk, I clapped it shut and stuffed my purse into a locker and made my way into the large cafeteria. Today I was trying something new, I was going to serve food to the dauntingly long line of sad looking people. I could feel the weight of life in this room like a choking fog. I felt uneasy around so much tension, though I tried to hide it because I felt terrible for being judgemental...I mean, this could easily be me. An older woman, presumably the one in charge, pointed me to the end of the line where they were handing out bread rolls. They somehow looked more flat and dry than the ones I made, but I put a smile on my face and got to work.

One thing I quickly noted, was how honestly gentle a lot of the people were, and I had to nip back the need to hug them. Then there were some who had the heavy scent of alcohol on their breath, and a need to take out their pain in the form of aggression. Some were so strung out they could hardly hold their food trays. I sighed and shifted my weight from one leg to the other, the standing was miserable and my feet felt like two swollen balloons. It was at this moment that I looked out across the room and saw a man with a red beanie. The color was very vibrant among the sea of people, and I noticed he was focused very intently on his notebook. He had no tray, and I wondered why he hadn't come up to get something. The majority of the room had already come up, and I thought for a moment that I might bring him a tray myself, drawn to his curious little hat and notebook. Before I could think more on it though, the sound of heavy, aggravated voices startled me..

I stood at the end of the line, not far from the men who had begun yelling and grabbing at each other at a table. The two men were at a table with a younger boy, one of the ones from my little reading group the the day. With a scowl, I walked over and yelled at the two men to chill out, but they completely ignored me. So I placed a hand on one of their shoulders and was about to say something about frightening the little boy, when he jerked his arm back angrily and elbowed me in the nose. Like the baby I am, I cried out in pain and clutched my face with a sob. "Asshole!" I whimpered out and glared at the man, who was now staring at me. His eyes were apologetic, but there was fear in them as well. The other man across the table had grabbed something and left, obviously taking advantage of the distraction I'd become. "Chill out, mk...for goodness sakes." He mumbled an apology and sat down. I turned and walked away, sitting at a table that was vacant, I clutched my face and tried not to look like the frightened little girl I was, which was hard given my trembling.