After two days I have finally found an opening to slip off on my own. It's been quiet round the house. When I say quiet I mean no Thunders have tried to storm through the windows. We've even been on our patrol duties. Midnight must have bigger concerns than wanting to capture Geordie this week.
Casey's spent a lot of time shut away in his room. He doesn't seem to want much company. When I try to talk to him he ends up rambling on about how his life is over because his friends have ditched him. I suggested he go back to school; he refuses to go.
I push up my hood as I approach the skate park. Sunshine takes to the sky, so attention isn't drawn to us. I lean into the railings watching Frankie roll down slopes while Milo practises rail slides. The energy that used to be here feels as thoug
