Jun 9, 2014
My parents are out for the night. Movies, wine and chocolate anyone?
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My parents are out for the night. Movies, wine and chocolate anyone?
This homework is simply killing me. Someone distract me, please. Before I actually pass out from boredom.
Someone get me a nice cocktail and a man to drink it with.
I could definitely go for a salad lunch and a sit in the cafeteria. Anyone else heading that way? I would love the company.
Hello, hello. My name is Kaitlyn Bates, I'm head cheerleader here at Culver Creek and it's simply a delight to meet you all. Feel free to text me anytime, I'm always available. kiss kiss.
I'm going to be so fucking hungover. Samuel thought to himself as he continued to pace around the room, indifferent to the noise he was making that late at night. He ran his hands through his hair, tried to stop the anger that was making him shake. It was stupid, they were stupid, he wasn't the one being stupid.
The whole replayed in his head. Priscilla calling, saying she liked the present, but that it was taken away because toys are distractions. Mom telling her to take extra ballet classes even if they stressed her out. Dad threatening her that she'd end up like her useless brother if she didn't work hard. Her fighting back. Dad deciding it be time Priscilla stop learning from her idiot brother and there was a reason why he was gone. Sam could remember the way he gripped the phone, the way his voice had risen. He could remember the way his heart stopped once he realized it was Brooklyn who heard his empty drunk filled screaming after Priscilla started crying. It felt like an instant, however it was on repeat for what seemed like an eternity.
So Sam paced even more, slammed the bottle on the table until the sound of the door opening hit his ears. "Oh hey," Samuel slurred, trying to collect himself as he smiled at the other. "Do you need something? Or are you just here to see me."
The holidays may be over but at least I still have leftover mistletoe.