Walking home in the dark so no one can see how much I’m smiling.
I will hide my face in my Brooding Noir Coat that I bought off of Amazon dot com and skip all the way back to Zachary’s grandmother’s house. Not that I’m embarrassed about anything I just have to keep up an image in case my sworn enemy (dad-son‘s grandfather, horrible wolf man) catches me off guard and my mystique is ruined













