Again, he responded with such a shaky breath, "You're...all leaving?" A discussion was ahead, but neither I nor my mother were certain that staying was a good idea.
William glanced up towards Mr. Hawk as he marched inside the room, and the atmosphere that he brought with him made him instantly lower his eyes without waving his hand as greeting. He sensed something was wrong, and noticed Mike's narrowed eyes as he smoked his joint, examining Mr. Hawk. My mother bit her bottom lip uneasily, observing her fiancé pull a seat and sit across from her. She wished she could have him smile, or caress him, but what he had done did scare her.
I sat next to Eric, who trembled in his seat, continuously shuffling as if he had sat on something. However, he was biting his nail; he had almost been shot t
