{ @hunting-hardy-brothers }
It was late, as always, but Genevieve couldn’t sleep if she tried. Maybe it was the anticipation of summer coming to an end, but she couldn’t get a wink of sleep. Tired of fighting it, the brunette geared up. Stuffing her book bag with snacks and her spirit board, flashlights and candles... whatever she could find. When the coast was clear she climbed out of her window and made sure to keep enough open for her return. There was only one person she knew that would be willing to come out with her and it was her best friend Frank. She mentally apologized to him first hand before climbing up his window and knocking lightly on the glass. “Frank!” she called out in a whisper, unsure of how long she could hold on to the ledge. Please be awake. Gen thought as she called out again. “Frank?”









