Claire
I walked home in the crisp, autumn air, noticing how the trees that lined the street were beginning to lose their leaves. I hate this time of year because of the unpredictable weather; one day it's hot, the next it's freezing, so I either get stuck wearing too much or too little. Autumn is just the prelude to Winter, the season I despise the most because I can never get warm.
When I got home, I stuffed some clean clothes into my overnight bag and raided the fridge for any alcohol that had been left over from my party, deciding to take the vodka and passionfruit pre-mixers and the bottle of wine that Jupiter had been drinking; it's not like she was coming back to claim it.
I had a shower and washed my hair, just to be certain I wasn't carrying any stench of the woods with me when
