Seventy-One: JaredThe last period of the day, all I did was watch the clock. I was technically allowed to leave class a few minutes early due to the crutches, and today I was going to take advantage of it. If I could get down to Reed's car fast enough, then I could convince him not to drive if Rowyn hadn't. Not a clue as to how, but that was my only plan. Damn these stupid crutches.
The truth was that I couldn't have someone else's death be my fault, or be something I could have prevented. A check came in the mail the week before from our insurance company for the totaling of my truck. Five thousand dollars. My mom had asked me if I wanted to start looking online for something since my cast would likely be off soon. The thought of sitting behind the wheel of a car was now on par with clow
