Suri Nightingale
It was the sixth of July. Two days after the fourth of July festivities and the first day of classes for the school year.
Frankly, I don’t know how I managed to survive the weekend in this house–no, mansion–where evil lurked around me and in every corner I felt like I was going to be jumped and get a heart attack.
And by evil, I mean Atlas and Wes. The two boys that have so far been thoroughly enjoying making me feel uncomfortable no matter what.
I let out a deep and nervous sigh as I stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom with only my underwear on. It still blows my mind that I had a whole bathroom to myself and it wasn’t infested with creepy crawlies from God knows where, and to top it off, it wasn’t just any bathroom. It looked straight out of a castle as if
