Room 209, Tuesday Evening

Sparkle's side of the room was starting to kind of look like something exploded in it. And, in all fairness, that wasn't all that different from the norm, except...

"Look, you. What'sisname. Mildred. Morris. Mungo. You. Could you maybe stop doing that?"

Another sock flew across the room, landed at the end of Sparkle's bed in the growing pile of random crap that had been amassing through the course of the day.

"You don't have to stay here, you know. You're welcome to like leave whenever the hell you want. I tried to get you cereal, even. You know how hard that kind is to find? Shit, I'd be thrilled if someone were to hand me a whole damn box of Lucky Charms just to shut me the fuck up. So if you're so damn hungry, suck it the hell up."

The Lucky Charms box was upended into the laundry pile, and the empty box was flung at Sparkle, who batted it out of the air with one hand.

"Do I have to come over there?"

This was the shittiest sixteenth birthday ever. Prof McCorreiablahblah owed him for this Brownie babysitting bullshit. God.

[The door is cracked, the post is open, though I won't be awake for long. Sparks needed something for his sweet sixteen!]

Room 209, Tuesday Evening

Sparkle's side of the room was starting to kind of look like something exploded in it. And, in all fairness, that wasn't all that different from the norm, except...

"Look, you. What'sisname. Mildred. Morris. Mungo. You. Could you maybe stop doing that?"

Another sock flew across the room, landed at the end of Sparkle's bed in the growing pile of random crap that had been amassing through the course of the day.

"You don't have to stay here, you know. You're welcome to like leave whenever the hell you want. I tried to get you cereal, even. You know how hard that kind is to find? Shit, I'd be thrilled if someone were to hand me a whole damn box of Lucky Charms just to shut me the fuck up. So if you're so damn hungry, suck it the hell up."

The Lucky Charms box was upended into the laundry pile, and the empty box was flung at Sparkle, who batted it out of the air with one hand.

"Do I have to come over there?"

This was the shittiest sixteenth birthday ever. Prof McCorreiablahblah owed him for this Brownie babysitting bullshit. God.

[The door is cracked, the post is open, though I won't be awake for long. Sparks needed something for his sweet sixteen!]