you and me at midnight.
I’ll find myself in a field of blossoms
Anyway. Here it is. The story of myself (as a stupid and immature high school sophomore), Adam Wrigley, and how everything spiraled out of control.
Thanksgiving used to be Riley’s favorite time of year. She’d loved the smell of the turkey cooking in the oven, the smiles on her parents’ faces as they all worked together, bumping up against each other in the small kitchen. It had always been just the four of them, but that had never made her feel lonely.
The sound of a slight scuffle across the bathroom floor brought Cathy’s purple Converse to Elise’s attention, which now were waiting for her outside the stall door. She sat, perfectly silent and still, as if that would help anything.