TITLE: The Price of Fixation
GENRE: YA contemp
There are always those moments when you think back, the ones that stand out with astounding clarity and you're just like...duh.
I feel like the past few months of my life have been one big "duh" moment.
And now I'm sitting at the police station, waiting anxiously to give my statement - hopefully my final statement - about the events of the past few months.
Maybe if I'd just paid a bit more attention, one person wouldn't be dead. I've always been so proud of my skills of observation. I've always thought I could totally be one of those continuity checkers for movies and TV shows, the ones who make sure everything is exactly as it was before the film stopped rolling.
But clearly I would be terrible at that.
Now one person is dead and it could have been prevented. So many little actions could have altered everything, and I - we - did nothing.
“Hazel Williams? Follow me, please.”
Those stupid girls in the horror movies they never remember and they never learn, but I swear I'll never forget.
Waking up on the first day of school after a long, lazy summer is always hard. I mean, at least my school is making an effort to start the year after labor day, like all the schools up north, but...August, September, it makes no difference.
Maybe it's because I stayed up too late last night with my best friend, Anna, marathoning Supernatural, trying to decide the cutest of the three (seriously - it's an impossible choice).