He’s gonna be fine,
I muttered a swear word to myself. After I heard Angel cussing like a sailor when she stubbed her toe, my new resolution was to watch my language. All I needed was a six-year-old mutant with a potty mouth
The taxi was a V-6. Good, I’d probably need all of that. I clicked off the radio and AC to funnel extra power.
I knew how good love could be — I knew it was the best thing I’d ever done in my life — and yet here I was alone. I was taking chances with my life. I kept telling everybody that I was all right, but I wasn’t.
At every turn I took, I prayed that I would not stumble over her body. Every time I didn’t, it gave me hope that she was still alive.
like. It’s the one place at home I can kick back, be by myself, and do whatever I want. Mom says I keep it too messy, but the truth is, I just have too much STUFF.
At that moment I had no mind to change, or not change, or throw against the nearest wall.
A small, weak part that just wanted to be a little girl again, with a family that wasn’t sick and broken. But that sure wasn’t going to happen, was it?
It’s wherever you are. If it’s tapped into any of your senses, it knows where you are and what you’re doing.