GOOD TO BE BAD !

Rowan sighed dejectedly, shoulders slumped even more as she took in the scene in front of her. The seat of her bike was wedged in between two branches next to the bicycle rack in the main entrance to the library. The jocks had done it again, or maybe it was the cheerleaders. Or the guy that lived below her apartment that was always scowling at her… Or anybody, really. Rowan knew she was most definitely not liked at the school or around town even if she tried to keep a low profile. And the seat of a bicycle was a pretty important part. She had tried using a ruler to push it out, but she wasn’t close at all. The perks of being underweight and 5′1. 

With another sigh, she looked around but she didn’t see any familiar faces. She had to make it home before Father was home or before it rained… God knew her rickety bike could barely take regular pavement let alone water and puddles. And she did not want to make him angry before a long weekend, whether he was going to work or not. 

So Rowan took one last look around and started throwing her water bottle at the tree, waiting to see if her seat would just fall down.

Danny was walking back from the magic castle motel after stopping in on his mom during her lunchbreak, THE WEEKENDS FUCKING SUCKED. especially ones where his mom was working and his dad was hanging around the house DRINKING and SMOKING and INJECTING whatever SHIT he could get his hands on. The teenager looks up and notes the DARKENING sky, great, it’s probably gonna rain. That’s just what they need. As he crosses the road, he notes a familiar face, and in typical Danny fashion, he can’t help but walk over to have a look at whatever it is that’s captured her attention. ‘‘ woah, what’s up with the SEAT in the TREE? ’’

Once the littles went to bed, Kathy picked up the toy cars and odd pacifiers from the hall and gave the kitchen countertops a quick dust. It didn’t make much of a difference, the house still seemed like a TIP, kids drawings and broken pencils littered the floor, a half-eaten bowl of cheerios, reading books and half-finished homework took up most of the kitchen table, school photographs hung on the fridge with chipped magnets, dog toys lay by the back door. BUT HEY, at least it wasn’t DUSTY, and at least DOUGLAS wasn’t home. When the doorbell went off, Kathy was surprised that the dog didn’t startup, but then again, the dog seemed almost HUMAN at times, especially when it came to the kids. If they where asleep he would do his best to make sure they weren’t disturbed, especially by him. She walked quietly past the bedroom door, opening the front door with a BRIGHT SMILE.

 ‘‘ Hey! come in, come in! ’’ 

He stands in the living room of his NEW grandmother's new house, it was nice, much nicer than anywhere they had lived. It felt like a REAL HOME. It was actually Poppy who had been desperate to come over, disguising her nosiness as a desire to help, and well, he wasn’t going to let her go alone. SO HERE HE IS, standing over a cardboard box filled with dusty old books, carefully placing them individually on the bookcase. ‘‘ are any of these my Moms from when she was growing up? She always says she loves reading, even though i’ve never seen her read a book in her life. ’’ that's because your father doesn’t like reading, Danny.