Lori was having your typical Sunday. She mowed the lawn, did her nails and ate the biggest bucket of KFC that money could buy. Once she was fed she set up a blue towel in the backyard and laid out on it. Sparking up the biggest doobie that Omagakii could provide on a Sunday (she had already blown through their Friday Blunt Special). One day I'm going to change my name to Shaggy and do nothing but watch Scooby Doo re-runs. She couldn't help thinking to herself.
Although at seventeen, let's be realistic, Lori was probably headed for a minimum wage job and low income housing (she liked the reefer too much that girl). Some day, she thought.
A few hours later as her iPad was going to die so she rolled onto her back and suntanned for the next few hours. Falling asleep like she usually did.
YOU ARE READING
We Are The Night
Mystery / ThrillerThey come out at night. To be fed. They are not nice.
