I’m ecstatic. I’m distraught. I feel powerful. I feel weak. I’m about to laugh. I’m about to cry. Why did it take so long to get here? How did this come so fast?
I felt the same way when my school finished our last play before I left. It was the best play I’ve ever performed in and, according to the other drama teacher, the best high school play she’d ever seen.
I have no money, she thought. Why would they give me anything?
She pressed gently on her stomach with her hand. The pressure helped distract her from what felt like the empty cavern inside her belly.
Something was wrong with Cole. Sure, she had briefly talked to “herself”, but that man had been doing so for hours, in a near constant one-sided conversation. She would definitely follow Mirth’s advice and try to avoid him.