I beat my alarm by two minutes, this day beginning for me like they all do. Up at six thirty to be at school by eight, I clear my eyes, feel them focus on the textured ceiling of my bedroom, probably toxic, and long since destroyed by Cat Madigan and I on one of our … Continue reading samoline avenue — an excerpt from a work in progress.
He’s been calling all day. I know what he wants. I’m content to lounge, though. In pajama pants and dirty Uggs, the grey t-shirt I love and will wear forever, reading a fucked-up novel and wallowing in the self-pity she left behind with me. Ignoring him doesn’t work. Apparent at 10:45 p.m. when he arrives … Continue reading january 28 – an excerpt from a f*cked-up fairytale.