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(In)disposition
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Ongoing, First published Dec 10, 2018
~~#1 - BEDSIDE ON FEB. 26, 2019~~

I was tensed, and I was nervous.

As clichē as it seems, a night out wasn't exactly a good idea. Sure, it will be enticingly loud, filled with lights and wild, upbeat music, but what about the number of consequential possibilities?

Still, it was a chance to loosen up, and actually experience life. At least my birds were there before the event. 

Hope, my orange-winged amazon, and Harpier, my sparrow were left that night. I felt guilty that I left without a goodbye. Hope tilted his head in confusion before I stepped out the door. I loathed the haunting guilt upon me. 

Maybe they thought I would never leave them without a farewell. Maybe they were saddened by the fact that I was leaving.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.