I Don 't Know About You Spending The Weekend

I shook my head. "May I remind you that your thirty six years old, and I'm twenty two?" He grinned and shook his head. "I thought you were a three hundred year old vampire but anyway I was not flirting with you. I have some news."

“What’s wrong Fletcher?” I looked up at him and told him the truth. Dad looked at me for a second, thought showing in his eyes

“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.

“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.

I was having my normal conversations with Allie as I usually did when I heard my door creak a little, I turned around to see my father sitting there with a puzzled look on his face and I was lost for words just as he was. “Holden”, he said pausing for a while to gather his thoughts, you do

“You used adrenaline,” stated the mother, her hoarse voice crackled. She glided her hand across her eldest daughter causing her eyes water, “Then I guess it's time.”

“Daddy, hurry up!” he says, trying to hide a smile while glaring at me. I laugh and drive to his friend’s house.

“Isn’t it exciting!” Her eyes sparkled and she couldn’t stand still, which caused some very

I finally tore my eyes away from my arm to look at Saryn had come and sat by me. She had a look of complete horror on her face. She forcefully said,”Anna, don’t do that!” She carefully grabbed my arm and put it to my chest. While me and saryn were on the floor Audrey and Brandi had gone and got their dad. Their dad helped me get onto my feet, and slowly walked me to a chair. He told Saryn to go get our parents from the other cabin and bring them in.

“Okay, mom. Love you,” I quietly responded, already out of the door and heading to my car.

Octavia pulled back and looked back and forth between the two. She had a determined look on her face.

“No … get the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.

“Hey, honey, you want a snack? I went to the store today and bought the pretzels you like!” My mother appeared from the solitude of the kitchen and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Her hair was pulled up in a neat bun, and she wore her usual outfit of a skirt and

“Yeah,” I say as my dad starts to pull out of the parking lot and head back to our house, and I open my car window.

“Whatever.” I whispered, humor most definitely evident in my voice. I bent down to my knees about to pack up our belongings and head into my Grandpa’s house to tell him we had no success. But I noticed my dad go still behind