Chapter One
Mia
Today sucks. It really f*****g sucks. I had plans, ideas, things I wanted to do, and none of it happened, of course... Because when do my plans ever work out, especially when Dylan, Mal, Tom and Jake are around... It’s like they sense I want to do things, useful things, productive things, and then distract me every time. I have no idea how they’ve perfected that skill, but I can’t call it anything else, a skill, a special ability.
Most of the day, Jake and Tom have been working out back, getting the big table into a state where we can use it safely, and Dylan has been working on his teaching stuff while Mal has been composing on his computer, the noise slipping from his headphones letting us enjoy some of what he’s doing. It looks like they’re perfectly happy whatever th
