Insane; Music-loving; Coffee Swigging Teen
The hour long lesson dragged on. Social Science was found in the oldest block of the school, quite ironic for Modern Studies. The teacher was old, decrepit and a hunchback.
Looking over towards a corner of the large foyer, a sight tugged at Stetson. A girl -The Girl- sat, knees touching her chin, with sleek white headphones barely visible against her pale complexion.
Stetson woke up sweating, convulsing uncontrollably, pale as the snow he dreamed of. It had been the same nightmare each sleep since the accident.
“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way”- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina Chapter 1, line 1. Stetson wandered over to the car. The raised voices behind were no...