When We Collided

by Emery Lord

Every morning the clock shrieks, and I mentally flambé the whole damn thing. Set it on fire in a huge saucepan. Laugh as it melts.

I don’t mind being introduced to people’s skeletons firsthand, in person. I more than don’t mind it. I prefer to reach right into the closet and shake their bony hands and say hello for myself.”

She wasn’t supposed to know how much effort went into dinner. It was supposed to appear effortless. Like a feast at Hogwarts. Wait, no! I don’t want to be Dobby in this equation.

Most mothers would, I assume, be terrified of this little portrait. Mine checks on me and, last time, put her hand on my shoulder, saying, “I’m so proud of you for using creative expression to handle these emotions.”

Bahahaha

Here is what also I know:

Huh??

His eyebrows lower in this protective way that makes me think he might actually growl.

Rhysand?! Jkjk its the police officer

“But that’s life. Gotta deal with what you got.” Oh, is that all I have to do? If only someone had told me sooner! That I just have to deal with what I’ve got.

“You need to eat and get some fresh air.

Read this as you need to eat some fresh air

I know you’re not just daydreaming about riding a pink pony to your job as a cupcake taster.