Alone again faggot
Today, October the third, is a day that no one in the little
town of Smithers, just West of the Rockies, will ever forget. It
is nine o’clock p.m.
In the backyard, Jodi, 15, and Cath, 14, are playing catch in
the dark. Jodi’s long brown hair is a mess. Cath’s blonde hair is
neatly tied back in a pony-tail and her blue eyes shine in the
darkness like those of a cat. Both of their blue jeans are torn
at the knees, but they don’t care because it’s the style today.
Alone Again
