Okay, we’re not actually packing—that will take five minutes, because basically I’ll just throw my clothes and laptop in my car and GTFO. But we’ve got less than two weeks left here now. Really, we should be focusing our efforts on trashing the place, since I guess they’re going to be completely redoing it after …
Slowly, silently, she sits up. In the darkness, her windowshade is rimmed with the streetlight’s orange glow. She can’t sleep. She knows it’s there. She found it this afternoon, but her mother was in the next room over and she didn’t dare touch it. Her heart is pounding. She’s going to go. She swings her …
a little pilot light slowly burning the back of your throat. always feeling like you’ve just eaten something that might possibly make you throw up in two hours. wearing wet socks. walking around with that feeling you have immediately after you trip on the sidewalk and you don’t know whether anyone saw. a slow-motion paper …
The fucking cops are bringing Tanner in again tomorrow. Seriously, they still haven’t settled shit about Will’s death? I mean, come on. It’s obvious Will took the pills himself. It sucks, it was an accident, case closed. EXCEPT NOT. First they had to search literally every corner of the house and grounds. They didn’t search …