by Jackson Ferrell
“So Reginald will open the portal to his dimension at 8:30, and...” Chad stopped pacing the kitchen. “Aren’t you excited?”
“I guess.”
“Man, what’s your deal? Our classmates’ll be boozing and dancing and wearing rental tuxes, and we’re gonna hunt friggin’ dinosaurs.”
I shrugged. “We can hunt dinosaurs anytime. You only get one senior prom.”
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Prom Night
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