If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor. -Eleanor Roosevelt
Alexandria's pov
The rumble of thunder had Maddy screeching like a witch being chased by dogs. Which, now that I put some thought to that, doesn’t seem right to say. Wolves are dogs anyways. I tried calling Mel, but she didn’t pick up. I don’t know what I'm doing wrong. She seemed to be fine talking to Noah but she won’t say a word to me.
Chris placed a plate of cookies on the table, it wasn’t raining when I got here. Grenaville's weather is going to get more people killed, I just know it. I was surprised he got here before me, I thought he had somewhere to be. He seemed all fidgety and happy, and suddenly obsessed with coke.
I wanted to talk to someone about the problems I've been having
