Sammy Walcott
I barely slept last night. After my run in the rain, I stayed awake for most of the night. I don't know when I finally drifted off to sleep but it was surely too late. I was still sleepy and my limbs felt sore.
Fuck Elijah.
I dragged my feet downstairs, in dire need of caffeine to wake me up. "Morning Mum," I greeted grabbing my ready mug. "How was your night?"
"Peachy." She replied. "How was yours?"
"Not enough. I'll need another mug to survive today." I say. She smiled going around to fix me another coffee.
"School trouble?"
"Yea..."
"Well not to add to your troubles but Dennis haven't really returned home in three nights."
I dropped my empty mug down to think. "That's good right? Could he be gone for good?"
"I don't think so." She dropped the new mug crossing her
