Room 311, Thursday evening

[flamingbonehead]

Johnny parked his Dad's Harley in the school garage, and headed back up to his room. He dropped his bags onto the floor before slumping down into a sitting position on the bed. He felt like he hadn't slept in days. He wasn't even really sure which day of the week it was, but he was grateful to be back some place where the world wasn't still falling around him.

He stared at the floor for awhile and tried to pretend that the last week didn't happen, before methodically starting to put things away in drawers.