CHAPTER 17

West

I shot up and almost toppled over when a sharp pain almost split my head into two. I only get migraines when I drink alcohol,which is quite rare. I look around to find my apartment trashed with empty cans. So I guess I did drink after all. I painstakingly got up to clear the trash before I miss the truck.

School

"Hey man,have you seen LylyAnne?", I asked Peter when I got to his locker.

" She was heading towards the art room when I last spoke to her."

I rushed to the art room only to find it empty. I tried calling her again. Not reply. I tried texting her. Still no reply.

This is driving me nuts.

LylyAnne

I tried to sleep yesterday but it was too much of a hassle. Tossing and turning in my bed wasn't exactly my idea of fun. I even ended up on the floor at some point. All that still did not take my mind off Stephanie's words. So I packed my comforter and two pillows and trudged down the stairs to the kitchen. I want food.