Where you belong - A Joe Walker Love Story

PS. Most of these facts are in fact not fact. Kapeesh? Good. Hope you enjoy.

One thing I think when I look at myself is that I’m not like everyone else. Now, that can be a bad thing, but I’ve always opted for the positive picture in most cases. At my age, 23, every other girl in the world seems to either know what they want to do or are already doing it. There at University studying to be nurses and teachers or there working in town. Not because they need it to live on but because they need some cash for the coolest concert’s and festivals coming up.

Meanwhile, I’m at home in my zebra print pyjamas, reminiscing my way through several Disney marathons and snacking on PB & J Sammy’s - cut into quarters, of course - while I decide what it is exactly that I want to achieve in this place called ‘the world’.

When I was younger I was going to be a Vet. As I grew older I realised my talent was drawing not healing and decided on going to University to get a BA in the hope I could do some good, contribute to the world somehow. Art’s the kind of thing that’s worldwide, which is good considering I’m from the small country known as New Zealand. There‘s gotta be some way for me to connect to the world, right? But then there was music, a constant bud of an idea waiting to bloom but not quite sure how to.

Well, the fact was that I was also a serial-daydreamer and to be blunt, I failed school and therefore couldn’t go to University. The funny thing about it was that I didn’t care. I couldn’t picture myself going to an art school for a few years specifically to do what I’d been doing my whole life anyway, I wasn’t going to waste thousands of dollars on that. Even if I had the money. And I guess there was something about the music issue that settled me down. I wasn’t a great singer or guitar player, I was mediocre, but I knew there would be something hiding between the lines that was going to be the start of everything. And it took one persons decision to set it into motion…

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“You’re going away for a while.” My mothers’ head popped through the kitchen door, startling me. I had dedicated my morning to finding a pair of pickles that would really squeak when rubbed together, convinced that Spongebob wouldn’t really lie to me about such a thing. So far he had. My mother walked in to the room properly and leaned her hip against the bench while she glared at me disapprovingly, complete with crossed arms. I stopped what I was doing and leaned against the opposite bench, biting into one of the pickles “What?”.

She shook her head “You see, this is why I have to get rid of you, look at this, first I catch you squirting the cat with your little water pistol gun thing and now your playing with pickles!?” She let out a heavy sigh “This isn’t normal, Rose”
“Get rid of me?” I echoed, once again startled by her comment. I composed myself quickly “That’s absurd mum. Besides, normal’s boring. Didn’t you get the memo?” I smiled at her playfully, she returned the favour with a not so playful eyebrow raise and head tilt
“Rose, you're wasting away your days-”
“Wasted wisely, though” I interrupted. She shook her head but continued,
“Playing with pickles doesn’t strike me as wise. Anyway, I’ve decided to do something about it.”

A warning alarm went of in the centre of my stomach, the last time my mother ‘did something for me’ I ended up with a class full of kids staring at me like I was a ticking bomb and a teacher on my tail like a body guard. Let’s just say bullying her daughter wasn’t a good idea.
I mean, not that I didn't appreciate her help. But scaring the wits out of everyone at school wouldn't have been my way of going about things. Still, I never got bullied again.

I took a deep breath and squinted in a nervous anticipation “What exactly do you mean by ‘do something about it’?” She looked at the floor for a while like she was wondering how to say it exactly. My heart join the disturbed organs party and started beating hectically. Oh crap, she’s sending me to the army. No wait, I didn’t do well enough to get into the army either. She cleared her throat while mine blocked,
“Honey, we both know that you’ve missed the University train, and living fourty minutes away from town doesn’t help with the getting-a-job scenario.” I nodded slowly, Okay, maybe she’s found a way for me to work from home? Fix fences, tidy gardens, I can manage that. For a little while maybe “Sooooo?” I prodded trying to get the splinter out. She sat down at the dining table and I followed suit. She smiled “So I can see that living out here is bad for you. I get it, not seeing people very often can be depressing and when the biggest thing on your to-do-list is to hang up the washing - well, it destroys your brain cells. And you’re too young for that, you need to get out and see what life really has to offer you” she smiled for an extremely long time until I heard my own voice yelling in a hardly contained manner “What?! Tell me woman?! I can’t take this, what are you trying to say?” Her eyes widened in surprise then just as quickly crinkled up as she smiled

“I’m sending you to America!”



A/N Hey, so I hope you liked it. It may take a little while to actually get to the StarKid part but it is coming. If you liked it feel free to drop a comment, I'd be happy to read 'em. If you didn't like it, please try not to pop my shiny bubble. Thank you.

I’m going to write random things that I've heard, said and thought at the bottom of each chapter. Just cause It's funny and I wanna :)

~Mum talking about me to Dad - "There's something weird about that one" Thank you mum, nothing like the love of a mother.