WHEN LANA STEPPED OUT of the shower, she heard shuffling in Emily’s room.
Looked like a tornado hit the place.
A tornado named Emily.
Emily spun around the room like the Tasmanian Devil, shoving blankets in a duffel bag, tossing in anything she thought she’d need.
“What’s going on here?” Lana asked.
“Shhh!” Emily hissed. “I’m going to the woods. Don’t tell my parents.”
“You’re going now? It’s ten at night.”
“If I can’t get reception here, I’ll sleep in the shack. I need the music, cuz. I need it bad.”
Lana squeezed a towel around her rope of wet hair to drain as much water as she could. “Dude, we can go in the morning. Calm yourself down.”
In a strange screaming whisper, Emily replied, “I haven’t heard it all day! I need it now!”
“But you’re in your pyjamas. What, you’re
