It was the longest five hours of my life, the ride back from New York. They would have gone smoother if I had kept my mouth shut. It's not my fault that the words just slipped out. As we pulled into my driveway, I could feel a rush of anxiety wash over me. I was home, yet I felt like my home would forever be in the back of that car, being held in Jamison's arms. Instead, I was about to walk into the battlefield that was my household.
As I turned the key and entered through my front door, I could feel my whole family's eyes on me. They were yelling in the distance, but as I slowly trudged up the stairs, all I could hear was light mumbling, that of crickets in the dead of night. I had reached the foot of my bed, finally, the one thing I was looking forward to was a nice, relaxing nap. I flopped down onto the foam matress pad, pulled the covers over me, and started crying. I just cried and cried. I kept crying until I finally forgot about Jamison Wells.
The End
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RomanceTwo "dead girls", a nagging girlfriend, and a crush sends these two troubled teenagers on a witch hunt. COMPLETED!!!
