Mitchell POV

Every Saturday night starts the same way. I find myself curled up with a thrilling book and no one else is home. The phone won’t ring and the doorbell won’t chime. Saturday night is mom’s “girl’s night out” and so I’m left with the house and money for pizza. Honestly sometimes I just pocket the money and cook something slightly ( Read more... )

Chris’ P.O.V    September 3rd ‘09

“Chris! Are you ready to go? The truck isn’t going to wait forever, dear!” Mother waited for me to collect my things and probably my thoughts too.

“Yeah Ma! I’ll be down in a minute! I’m ready!” Honestly I wasn’t ready. How could I be? I’ve been in this house my whole life. 16 years of pure joy in this place.  So ( Read more... )