Kenzie blanched. Thoughts were coming back to her, she allowed them today. She felt in a good mood, happy so to speak. Content, really would be the best term. She was thinking of her friends, those she had in her earlier years in high school, before she knew she was a vampire, and before she began to hang out with her coven or 'family' rather than her friends. With a short spurt of laughter, she recalled the weekend the five of them had rented a small cottage by the beach. They were not innocent, that was for sure, but they had not been bad. They got into mischief, Kenzie remembered, smiling to herself.

She and her friend Willow were the dynamic duo of the bunch, the most rowdy and spasmodic of them all. It had been an evening, and they had decided to down some soda, well, a lot of soda. All the five were hyper as could be, laughing hysterically and grinning broadly. Willow was a dancer, she was going far with her talent, and she got up, and began to dance. Kenzie, being the singer of the crew, was pushed forward, where she sang, standing on a stone hearth as Will fluttered by. She can still remember the song she sang. It would remind her forever of those friends.

"Crashed on the floor when I moved in,
this little bungalow with some strange new friends,
stay up too late, and I'm too thin,
we promised each other it was till the end.

Now we're spinning empty bottles,
its the five of us.
Pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust,
I can't resist the day,
no I can't resist the day.

Jenny screams out and its no pose,
when she dances she goes and goes,
beer through the nose on an inside joke.
And I'm so excited, I haven't spoken.
She's so pretty and she's so sure,
maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her."


Kenzie sang that song even now. Of course she did not make that up, it was not her song. But it was the one that reminded her so much of her and her friends. Her voice drifted through the air, hopefully to no latent ears. As good as she internally believed she was at singing, she was still self conscious about it in public. Blinking her misty blue eyes, she looked down. The cliff's edge lay ahead of her, and she inched forward, wishing to look down at the view below. She stopped. Below her now lay a forest, lush and green at the base of the cliff. It was a grand sight, and Kenzie grinned just thinking of the moment she had herself in. It was the perfect moment.

But perfect was a strong word, she knew. Kenzie knew the extremes of words, all too well. She knew she should never use the word perfect. Because nothing was. But, deep inside, she refused to think back to the days she lived with her parents, the last few even more so. She wanted naught to think of her father and his dislike of her status as a werewolf. Ah, but there you go. Kenzie smirked wryly. There went that "perfect" moment, gone like the breeze that shifted her hair so gracefully.


NOTE the lyrics are copyrighted to Vanessa Carlton. I claim no rights to any of those lyrics.