Corrine couldn't help but smile. She couldn't help but be reminded if her old home. She couldn't help but feel nostalgic as wind rushes through her hair and the awful yet addicting smell of gasoline blows through her nostrils.

Oh, how she misses home. The large house that she grew up in. The sunny skies and warm water beaches. She misses her old friends. They were such an inseparable gang. 

Until she had to move. She sometimes wished she had never left that perfect place. She had wished that her brothers would get along like they used to. But she never would have met Rolo. She wouldn't be having as much fun as she was. 

She hugs Rolo tightly and smiles.