Dead is dead. Or at least that's the way it's supposed to be. You log a certain number of hours and get put on an express train to Heaven or Hell depending on which way your scales tipped. To Lizbeth Oswald, the idea of being dead wasn't that troubling. After she bit it there was nothing she could do either way. You d...
High school. It's difficult enough to navigate on its own. Especially when you were quick-witted, bitterly sarcastic, and emotionally constipated with a bad case of verbal diarrhea. And yes she was aware of the inherent contradiction contained within that phrase. When Charlie Oswin moved to Beacon Hills to live with...
Moving to a new town is hard. There's so many necessities to be done before you run off into the sunset. Or more likely, get a dingy cab. Which, to add to injury, is driven by an old guy, who you definitely do not trust and keeps giving you the 'I'm about to sell your soul on the black market' look. You can't forget...