Thirty-seven minutes, fourteen seconds. Rosalie reamed my mother for thirty-seven minutes, fourteen seconds.
It took two hours to walk into the middle of town. I used half an oxygen tank and needed seven rest stops, but eventually we made it.
I went through the whole morning without seeing her. Finally, at lunch Penny made an appearance.
I’d missed 60% of school days since I started at East Willow Middle, so when the principal pulled me into her office I wasn’t surprised in the least.
I sat at lunch in silence, staring off into space. Frank prattled on about one thing or another: school, movies, video games, some test he took.
Yva and I woke to darkness, neither of us wanting to move. We lost ourselves in the woods. Yva droned on and on about her ship.
I woke up in the E.R. Yva sat by my side, hands cupped in mumbled prayer. Mom stormed in like a bull in a china shop, almost crushing Yva in the process.
It was the end. A fitting end to a terrible year.
They say my father killed himself. I don't think so. He would never do that to us. I just know it, and I'll prove it, too, even if I lose everything in the process.
You’re completely sure honesty is the thing you want, huh? Because I’m going to be honest. If I get in trouble, I’m blaming you.
I had unfinished business with the fool that ran my father’s case.
I catch glimpses of the most random memories. Today I was fourteen, sucking on a lollipop.
