Lyndsey
I am about to give up when the door flies open.
"What in the Sam hell are you doing girl?!"
I look up and see Zeke's father. He's standing there staring at me. His expression is angry. He's clearly intoxicated and smells of Bourbon. The drool on his shirt says I had woken him from his drunken slumber.
I have no time to talk I push passed him and ascend the staircase headed for Zeke's room.
"Zeke! Zeke please! Please!" I am yelling. Pleading that he not be gone already. Begging that he stay. That I'm on time.
I am at the top of the stairs now. Standing in front of Zeke's door I grasp the knob and I turn it.
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Tic Toc
Teen FictionTime is simple. 60 seconds in a minute. 60 minutes in an hour. 24 hours in a day. 7 days in a week. 4 weeks in a month. 12 months in a year. Time is something everyone understands. It's a common ground. It's the same to everyone. Except for one diff...
