It’s the first day of summer, isn’t it? Last night’s big reveal has left me feeling exhausted. I’ve got three… Read more summer
I don’t like traveling on the interstate — it’s too fast, too dangerous. I wondered if Audio had started biking home or had stopped back by the table of cute girls. Turning left would tell me. I didn’t want to know — I wanted to hope, instead…
And in his wake, a man in normal clothes followed, discreetly holding a gun on his right side… as this man brushed past me, looking predatory and severe, time shifted its gears into some kind of bizarre slow-motion and the whoooooole universe felt sickly surreal.
To cope, I stopped eating, cut myself, and danced the downward spiral with OCD. But I was always bravely happy — firmly insistent that the sun was there despite steady clouds overhead.
“If he’s at that bike ride thing tonight, you should ignore him,” Sierra (aka mother) advised via Messenger. “Yep,” I… Read more he put the helmet on my HEAD, dammit!