Lacey strained a smile as she clapped along with the aisles full of people. The kiss between her mother and the man whom she had just pledged her life to was the cue for everyone to applaud. Although Lacey was happy that her mother was married (again), she couldn't help but mentally wince for what the future may hold. It wasn't like Lacey hated her new father or anything, it was just his name. His last name, actually.    It was Needham. His name was Oliver Theodore Needham. That meant her mother's name would now be Ivana Sadie Needham.    It meant her name would now be Lacey Josephine Needham.    Gosh that surname was so embarrassing that it made the poor girl want to cry. The man was actually a great guy, but his name! Geez, it sounded so weird! Needham? It sounded like a name for some hungry meat-eater who wants ham 24/7.   But Lacey refused to complain—out loud—about it. Oliver was a nice man and her mother clearly loved him (hell, she married him knowing that her surname would change into that), so there was no way Lacey was going to act like a rebellious daughter all because she didn't like the man's surname.    So she smiled on, flashing her newly wedded parents a genuine smile and made sure to clap the loudest. Her mother's face flushed red as she realized that everyone had just watched her kiss the man she loved.    Everybody was smiling. The organ player was smiling as she played a happy tune on the instrument. The bridesmaids were squealing, the best man was grinning proudly at his now married best friend. Lacey's grandparents from both sides of the family were smiling so wide that their faces could've cracked open.    Lacey didn't know how much time passed by, but here she was with a group of women awaiting to greedily catch the bouquet of flowers her mother was about to throw. Her mother grinned, turning her back on them and tossing the bouquet of flowers over her head.    There were yells of determination as the women they jumped—but not too high up since they were wearing heels—up to catch the flying flowers. Lacey didn't know why but she decided why the hell not? and was currently shoving her way through the crowd of furocious women. Jumping high on her heels, which was a risky move, the tips of her fingers touched the stems of the flowers. No longer soaring the skies, the bouquet fell down, snatched by Lacey's hand.    "Ahah!" She heard herself say. Raising the bundle of beautifully assorted floras, she announced to the women, "I got it!"    For some odd reason, Lacey found herself still holding onto the bouquet even as she was driven to the hotel by one of her relatives. After the wedding, her parents would endulge themselves in their honeymoon for three weeks in Santorini, Greece.    Which meant once Lacey returns back to the U.S, she would be home alone. For three weeks. She couldn't wait for the freedom, she could just feel it dragging her towards it.    After bidding her relative a 'goodbye' she entered the hotel and headed for her hotel room.    Laying in bed and staring out at the window, Lacey had come to appreciate her birthplace, London, England. It surely was a beautiful place and although Lacey was young when she lived here, she already missed it. It seemed far more majestic than the states, it had more history and the people here didn't give her funny glances because of her accent.    The girls back at America loved her accent though, the boys only requested for her to say funny things in her 'cool' accent. Shaking her head at the though of foolish American boys, she dozed off to sleep.      Flats really confused Lacey. As she walked over the field of nothing but dead grass, she wondered just how on Earth could the dead grass get into her shoes. This seemed to happen whenever she wore flats, little pebbles and grass would always somehow find their way inside her shoes, annoying her feet.   Flattening the yellowed grass with her suitcase, her face set into a permanent scowl as she walked down the field of nothing but dead stuff. Seriously, everything was dead. The leave-less trees were dead, the grass was dead, and even she felt dead, on the inside of course.    Her flight back to the states was a complicated one mainly because of the woman she was forced to sit beside kept dozing off and lolling her head onto the poor seventeen year old's shoulder. Finally arriving in Fredericksburg, ia, she was already missing London. Heck, she was even missing her big city life back in San Diego, California.    This was her first time in ia. Although it was a lovely state, the place where she was currently at was definitely not lovely.    Where was she at, you ask?    Walking to her new home.   That was in the middle of a field of dead stuff. Groaning in her head, she moved onwards. She was able to see a house—her new house— but it looked small in her eyes because of the distance between them.    "Oh come on," she muttered under her breath in a whining tone. One of the longe