7. Too Close to Ignore
Mina
Dad never did mention Courtney to me. I didn’t feel like contemplating whether this confirmed that she was an infiltrator or just the target of a faction of Splinters (Slivers) that didn’t report to Dad. I barely had the energy to think wistfully of the days when there hadn’t been as many options to consider.
My cognitive faculties were deteriorating steadily, and by Tuesday morning of the third week of the semester, I was too busy trying to will my monitor in the computer lab to show me what was really on it under all the imaginary, Splintery, sickly-looking centipedes crawling all over it.
Help me.
My neural malfunctions were becoming more vocal as well as more frequent, and this was one of the preferred phrases. Help me, along with freak, loser, dead gir
