Good Intentions Go bad

"Jesus, girl."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "it ain't my fault, they don't fit."

Daryl just shook his head and looked away. He was holding his crossbow up, ready to use it if he had to.

We'd been walking for about ten minutes, maybe longer. The boots Maggie gave me were making much more noise than anticipated. It was annoying both me and Daryl a lot. Though I'm sure I was more embarrassed than annoyed. I was sure that after this, he wasn't going to let me go with him again.

I didn't say anything after defending myself. I told myself I wasn't going to say anything unless I had to, I'd be quiet. It felt awesome to be out in the woods when I was allowed to be.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye and turned. I saw a rabbit, not too far from me. I wasn't sure if Daryl saw it, but I didn't risk talking or turning to him.

When I grabbed my knives from the tent, I also got my slingshot from my bag. I slowly pulled it out from my waistband and knelt to the ground. One of my hands searched the ground, under the leaves and the dirt, looking for a rock. I kept glancing up and down, looking for a good sized rock while making sure the rabbit didn't go anywhere.

I was sure it was looking at me, but it didn't sense any danger in that moment, though it was alert. It was easy to tell by the stillness of it, and the way the ears twitched.

I kept my breathing steady and quiet as my fingers found the rough edges of a rock, it was an okay size, I would've preferred bigger but I couldn't risk looking away from creature. I was afraid if I even blinked, it would be gone.

I hadn't actually hunted anything since I got those three squirrels. It felt like forever ago. I took my aim, positioning the slingshot in the way I needed to. I took me a long time to prepare the shot, longer than I wanted to admit. I took a deep breath, exhaling as I released the rock.

I smiled when I realised I'd hit my target, the rock had hit the head of the rodent. I turned, about to call to Daryl only to see he was right behind me.

He was watching.

I suddenly became embarrassed and looked away.

"You ain't too bad with that, huh?" He said, walking toward the kill.

Yeah, if only I was this good with my knives or a gun.

When Daryl was a few steps away the rabbit suddenly started moving, kicking it's legs to stand. Daryl quickly aimed his crossbow, which was already loaded, and shot the rabbit.

"Ya stunned it," he told me, picking the rabbit up by the ears and pulling his bolt out of it.

My smile was gone, I was greatly disappointed. He must've seen it when he turned back to me.

"You did good, fucker's just stubborn."

I smiled a little.

We didn't see any other game to hunt down after that. Daryl had some snares set but only caught two rodents, a squirrel and a rabbit. He told me to reset the snares, he only had to correct me once. We wandered around a bit longer before he suggested we turn back.

"Good thing we got lots'a canned shit."

I nodded in agreement, "Hershel's got vegetables and stuff, fruit."

"Should be good for a while. Even if we gotta take off, cans should last us a good while."

"Thank you," I said suddenly.

Daryl slowed his pace to look at me, confused, "What? Why?"

"For takin' me with you."

He looked down at me, shrugging a shoulder.

I honestly didn't think he'd have anything else to say, I figured we would both be quiet. But a few minutes later, as we arrived back at camp, he spoke again.

"Was talkin' to Dale, he told me what happened. That you were there."

Anxiety filled me, does he know? Does he know I lied? What did Dale say? Does Dale know too?

He was quiet for a few moments, I was sure he was waiting for me to say something.

"Must've sucked," he said when I remained quiet. He hesitated before asking the next question, "why were you up there anyway? Shane take you?"

I could hear the rising suspicion in his voice, the accusation. But it made me feel calm. He doesn't know.

"Bathroom," I answered.

He nodded and led us over to the tent, "I'ma gonna go find a bucket or somethin' we'll get started."

"Started?"

Daryl dropped the dead rodents on the ground in front of his tent.

"Didn't think I'd let you go after that, did ya? You wanted to hunt, you finish the job."

I was surprised, I didn't think he would want me to do anything. The first time, when Merle taught me how to skin a squirrel, Daryl didn't seem happy about it.

"You want me to do it?"

"You want dinner don't ya?" he said before turning, looking to retrieve a bucket. I put my slingshot and my knives back in the tent.

When Daryl gave me a knife, I noticed it was the same one I used before to skin, he was using another.

Daryl only made me skin the one rabbit. He corrected me endlessly, but he did say I wasn't that bad. I found it strange how quickly things changed between us. Sometimes it was nice and seemed like he didn't mind me around, and other times it felt as if he was immensely annoyed by me. I wondered if he was just being nice because of what happened with Carol.

While Daryl was skinning the last carcass he sent me off to get washed up.

I was going to the nearest well, and I saw Maggie was there.

She turned to me and began to smile, but the smile was gone quickly.

"Toby? What-why do you have blood on you?!" She was hurrying over to me, she had an expression of panic.

"I went hunting with Daryl. I skinned a rabbit," I smiled proudly.

"Oh, come on. Let's get you into the shower."

I shook my head, "I'm just gonna use the well."

"No, hun. You need new clothes."

I looked down at myself. I suddenly felt guilty and a little scared. I'd forgotten that these weren't my clothes. The mess on the shirt wasn't too bad, but it was stained. The sleeves were the worst.

"I-I sorry," I sputtered, "I forgot-"

"-No, no. Don't worry about it. I'm not worried about the clothes, we have lots of them. Those don't even fit Beth anymore."

Maggie took me inside to use the shower. When I was done, I wore the same jeans as before because there wasn't anything else. Maggie gave me another long-sleeved shirt, the new shirt was a bit thicker, more sweater-like. I didn't mind it, it wasn't very warm out anyway.

I didn't see Maggie when I got out of the bathroom, so I retreated downstairs. Downstairs, in the livingroom stood several people, Dale, Lori, Rick, Hershel, T-Dog, Glenn, Shane, and Guillermo.

I was very surprised to see Guillermo amongst the rest of them. He was on the far side of the room, standing away from everyone else.

"It was all I could do. I cleaned the wound, bandaged his leg. There wasn't much I could do, there isn't much left. He'll have nerve damage, won't be on his feet for a while. At the least, a week." Hershel said.

"When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way." Rick explained.
"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the Muertos?"

Everyone turned their heads to Guillermo, surprised by his input.

"He'll have a fighting chance," Rick assured after getting over the surprise.
"Just gonna let him go?" Shane obviously disapproved. "He knows where we are."

"He was blindfolded the whole way here. He's not a threat."
Shane scoffed, "not a threat. How many of them were there? You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?"

Killed three of their men? What the hell is going on? That's why that guy was here, as a hostage? Things are getting really weird.

"They left him for dead, no one is looking." Rick argued.
"We should still post a guard." Glenn said.

"He's out cold right now, will be for hours." Hershel explained.

"You know what?" Shane threw a hand in the air, turning away. "I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy. Look at this, folks, we back in fantasy land!"

Hershel was quick, moving to block Shane's way. "You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet. Let me make this perfectly clear once and for all. This is my farm. Now I want all of you gone, especially you. Rick talked me out of it, for now, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor keep your mouth shut."

Shane just shook his head, and stormed off.

"Look," Rick said, "we're not going to do anything about it today, let's just cool off."

"I'm going to go check on Bethy," Hershel sighed before turning to go down the hall.

"He still won't let us stay?" Lori turned to Rick using a hushed tone.

"For now. I'm working on it. I'll change his mind, I have to."

"This is because of Shane," she said angrily. "He cost us with Hershel, he should've left the barn alone."

I narrowed my eyes at her, glaring, even though none of them knew I was there.

"Hey, listen," T-Dog stepped forward, "I shot too, it wasn't just Shane. It was good that Shane did what he did, when he did. If that barn had any more we could've been overrun."

And once again, I like T-Dog.

"You can't tell me that it was right," Dale looked appalled.

"Look, I got no qualms about it. Walkers in my backyard. Hm-mm," T-Dog shook his head.

"I'm not saying we shouldn't have taken care of the problem but creating a panic-" Dale started, only to be interrupted by T-Dog.

"-he didn't. The panic started with Sophia. Then we found out we all have whatever this is."

"He's grieving, he'll come around," Rick said.

I shook my head to myself, going to the door. Screw this, I'm going back to the tent. Why does everything have to be so freaking weird? I was glad when the sky finally grew dark, I was ready to sleep.

Daryl wasn't in the tent. I didn't remember going to sleep or waking up, but I was sitting on top of the sleeping bag alone. I heard sounds outside and I felt myself begin to panic, though I wasn't sure why.

I forced myself toward the entrance of the tent, then I was out. I hadn't even started unzipping the flap, yet there I was, standing outside. I felt like I couldn't breathe, but that wasn't what was bothering me.

There was a figure in front of me, I didn't see their face because their back was turned to me. I didn't know why I started to scream for Daddy. I don't know why I thought it was him, but I couldn't get myself to stop. I couldn't move, all I could do was scream, but he never turned around. He just stood there.

Then my shoulder was grabbed, I turned, continuing to scream as I saw a Walker, about the same height as me. His hair was brown, his skin didn't look dead like a Walker's normally would. It was white and looked almost flawless. But the eyes, the eyes were very much dead. Carl.

I jerked awake, sitting up and gasping for air. Daryl was sitting on top of his sleeping bag, staring at me. It was obvious he'd been awake for a while. I looked away from him, embarrassed.

"Foods ready," he said after a while. "Eat somethin'."

He didn't say anything else and he wasn't moving. I looked back up at him to see him still staring, his eyebrows raised expectantly. It took me a second to realise he was looking for a response, so I nodded. My mind was occupied with the events of the day before.

"After you ate Shane wanted to take you out shootin'."

My eyes widened, him and Daryl talked? Shane talked to Daryl? "he told you that?"

I couldn't read Daryl's expression, but it seemed stern, and negative.

"No, heard him talkin' to Rick 'bout goin' out. Rick told him he shouldn't be goin' anywhere. When they started fightin' again I left it. Don't wanna hear them pussy bitches goin' at it anymore."

"So I'm not goin'? Cause a' Rick?"

"Don't know how it turned out, I doubt Shane cared what he had to say. Then he came over here lookin' for you. I told him you were sleepin', then I told him to fuck off."

"Oh," I said, not exactly surprised.

"You need to tell him the same."

I furrowed my eyebrows, a little confused.

"Too much shit is goin' on right now, don't need you runnin' off out there. 'Specially with him."

"But I'm gettin' better. I can shoot now. I asked him to take me. I want to go," I knew I was getting defensive. Since when does Daryl care what I do?

"We got enough shit to worry about, not puttin' you on that damn list."

"Who the hells gonna worry 'bout me?"

"Listen," Daryl face contorted to anger. "Every time someone takes off all hell breaks loose. You're not goin'."

"I went out with you!" I protested. What the hell is happening?

"That's different."

"The fuck it is!" What the heck is his problem? I know he hates Shane but why am I dragged into it?

"Stop. Things calm down you can shoot again, but it don't gotta be him. Everyone should stay in one place for now."

"No reason I shouldn't be shootin' now," I argued.

"Listen-"

I wasn't sure what came over me in that moment, maybe it was anger or annoyance, or just my confusion. But I couldn't stop myself, and I was glad I didn't, because after I said it, I felt . . . better.

"-No."

"What?"

"No. I don't wanna listen, you're just gonna repeat the same thing in different words anyway. I'm not in trouble, so there ain't nothin' worth listenin' to. You don't care what I do, and you ain't gonna do anythin' 'bout it."

He stared at me in shock, lips parting slightly.

I could feel myself shaking slightly, I tried my best to keep my face blank even though I was terrified. I stared back at him, it was obvious he had nothing to say.

"Bye," I said, crawling over to the flap of the tent he'd left unzipped. Leaving the tent, I didn't stop, I hurried my steps to the RV, walking around it. When I was alone I leaned my back against the RV, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

Holy shit. I was shaking, and my heart was pounding, it was a whole new feeling, like a new type of adrenalin. I imagined what would happen if I talked to Daddy that way, or if he'd even heard me talk like that to anyone else. I probably would've gotten the beating of a lifetime.

Then I imagined what the group would do, if I talked to any of them. I thought about what Daryl would do later, would he try and find me? Yell at me? Maybe he would. But what did it matter? He wasn't my dad, he wasn't blood. It wasn't like he was whipping out his belt.

I felt myself smile, and then I laughed that I was smiling. What is going on in my life?

After taking a few minutes to compose myself, I got out from behind the RV.

I saw most of the group walking toward the house and up the steps. Lori was walking in the opposite direction, toward me and the RV with a basket of laundry. Then I saw Dale, pushing passed some of the others down the steps of the porch.

Not a full minute later did Carl find me.

"Hey!"

I turned my head to the RV, he was inside, looking out the window. I went inside the RV, no one else was there but Carl. He was sitting at the table, the table had paper crumpled up into balls all over and some pens and pencils.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the mess in front of him.

"I'm getting bored of my comics," he explained. "And I thought you might be too. So I tried making my own."

"Hows that?"

"Not good. I can't really draw."

We both heard Dale's voice, it drew our attention away from the conversation. His voice was muffled and sounded far away, but his tone was urgent. Lori, who was a few feet from the window beside the table of the RV, could be heard perfectly.

"What can I do for you, Dale?" she asked, obviously disinterested.

"I need a word," Dale approached Lori, we could hear him in his close proximity.

"About what?"

Carl and I watched out the window as Dale quickly glanced behind him, "everyone go inside? Where's Carl?"

"He's asking around for paper and pens. What is it?"

Carl glanced at me, his eyes widening slightly. Lori obviously didn't know Carl had already found what he wanted.

"I saw Daryl go in," Dale said, "what about Toby, did you see her?"

Lori sighed, already tired of the conversation, "I heard Daryl tell Shane she was asleep still. Why are you-"

"-I just needed a word with you, privately."

I stepped to the side, away from the window. I was at an angle where I was sure they wouldn't see me if they looked, but I also couldn't see them. All I could see was the top of Dale's hat. Carl leaned back into the booth, angling himself also. Our eyes met again, we both knew we weren't supposed to hear what was going to be said.

"Dale, really. What is this about?"

"I'm going to talk and you're going to listen," once again, Dale's tone gave a sense of urgency to moment. "I'm an old man, too old for arguments and I want you to know that I really don't want this to become one. I'm going to say what I have to say and then we're done."

Dale paused, but quickly started again, as if afraid Lori would interrupt.

"Rick is the backbone of this group. He's the one stable thing we've all got. He knows this. That's why when he's scared you can't tell . . . you know he's scared, but he isn't showing it. We need that, we need him. I don't know what you did with Shane-"

"-What?" Then Lori was sputtering out syllables, trying to come up with a response.

"Lori, I'm not here to fight or accuse you of anything. I don't know what you did to put ideas in his head. I may have an idea, but I won't accuse you of anything. But, Lori, if that baby is his and not Rick's, I'm begging you . . . take it to your grave."

Dale paused once again, but he wasn't as hurried to continue. He took a deep breath, speaking much slower.

"It'll kill him. It'll be the one last thing it takes to make him crack. And we don't need that. I'm not accusing you of anything so don't try to defend yourself. I just wanted to say my piece and I appreciate you sitting through it. I'm going to go inside now and join the others, Hershel has something to tell us. I'll see you in there."

I watched out the window, Dale's hat left my field of vision. I couldn't see Lori, but I knew she was still there. Carl and I looked at each other, wide-eyed once again, frozen in place, hoping she didn't decide to go in the RV and discover us.

Then a few moments later we heard her footsteps, then she walked into view of the window and out of it again, on her way to the house. I moved quickly, leaning over the table to look out the window to see her back to us, walking away. She didn't have her laundry basket anymore.

"Baby?" Carl whispered. "My mom's having a baby?"

"You didn't know about it?"

He shook his head, "did you?"

"Course not! Why would anyone tell me that? She's not my mom."

Carl was staring down at the table, processing everything we heard.

"Why didn't she tell me?"

"Dale knows. We're probably the only ones that didn't know," I told him. "We're kids. No one tells us shit."

He frowned, turning his gaze to the window, "I guess you're right."

Carl didn't say anything else for the remainder of the time I spent with him. It wasn't like him at all and made me feel a little uncomfortable.

After a while he got up from his seat, saying he wasn't feeling well and then left to his tent. Once he was gone I contemplated what to do. I wondered about Lori, the baby and the connection between Shane and her. If Rick was Carl's dad, why wouldn't he be the baby's dad? I shook my head to myself, deciding it didn't matter, at least not to me.

I left the RV, alone and bored. Once I was outside I hated how vulnerable I felt, I hated being so close to Daryl's tent when he could get out of the house any second and head for it. I didn't want to see him and I was sure he didn't want to see me. So after thinking about it, I went around the house to where the graves were.

I looked over the graves. Sophia, Carol, Otis, and two others I didn't know were just under the surface. I stepped closer to Otis' grave, placing my hand on the pile of rocks as I thought over Shane's confession.

Why did he tell me? Of all people, why me? He obviously wanted me to know for some reason. Now shooting Carol while she was still alive wasn't the only secret I was keeping for him. For the briefest moment I wondered about telling someone, but the thought was gone almost immediately. I knew I wasn't going to tell anyone. I didn't think Shane was bad, even after what he told me. He thought it was the right thing to do, he was trying to make it right. That meant he wasn't bad.

I sighed, wondering how everything got so complicated. Everything was fine, simple, easy before I met these people. I just wanted to be able to go back and be at home with Daddy.

Instead of wondering when he was going to show his face, I began to wonder if he even would. It was becoming clear that even if he did come for me, nothing would be the same, we may not even be able to go back home.

I turned around, my thoughts becoming disrupted by footsteps.

"You're up. How you doing, kiddo?" Shane smiled at me. It was a soft smile and he avoided meeting my eyes.

"What did Hershel want?" I asked, remembering Dale said something about Hershel needing to tell them something.

He was surprised, his smile disappeared, "you know about that?"

I nodded.

"Don't worry about it."

"Tell me."

He sighed, pressing his lips together in a thin line. He thought it over before answering.

"They're still trying to decide what to do about our Randall problem. Hershel wanted to make it clear that when the problem is solved, no matter how, we're gone." Shane scoffed, "you'd think the guy would be a bit more grateful. Rick and Glenn went out there to save his ass, it's his fault we're even having this problem."

After I didn't say anything, he continued. At first he'd been contemplating how much to tell me, that was obvious, but when he started it seemed like he couldn't stop.

"Hell, if I was still leaving I wouldn't care less if they all had to leave. I'd take care of the problem right now. There's not much we can do, I mean we can't risk letting him go. Who knows what kinda assholes he's teamed up with. They already tried killing Rick, Glenn and Hershel."

"They did?"

He nodded, "when they went out to find Hershel they met some not so nice guys. Killed a few of them then more of their people showed up. We could be looking at having a war on our hands! If we let that kid go alive and he tells his people where to find us . . ."

He trailed off, sighing angrily and running a hand over his shaven head. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I shouldn't be laying all this on you."

"It's better for me to know, right?"

He hesitated before smiling, "yeah. You're right. You still interested in shooting? Thought we'd go out for a bit, you can try hitting a moving target."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "but I can barely hit a still one."

"Well, I don't know what's going to happen and I'm planning for the worst. I don't want to use too much of the ammo, even if we have plenty to spare. It's best we start jumping ahead of the game, or at least give it a try."

I nodded in understanding.

He stared back at me, running his hand over his head again. "Why don't you meet me by the car, I'm gonna go grab some things."

I nodded and did what he said. Shane took longer then I thought he would, I stood by the car and stared at camp while I waited. Soon enough, I saw him, he had his Mossberg in one hand and a coil of rope in the other. Lori was following him, talking to him but he didn't seem to be listening.

Lori followed him all the way to the car. I watched as Shane rolled his eyes and shook his head. He opened the back door of the car, placing his shotgun and the rope inside.

"Are you even listening?!" She practically screeched.

I just scrunched my nose and looked away, pretending not to listen.

Shane slammed the car door hard, making me jump.

Shane turned to her finally, "you made it perfectly clear you don't want me around you and Carl. Toby is not your child, she's not your concern, I take care of her, I call the shots."

I couldn't resist raising my head after that. Lori's expression turned to that of a snarl.

"Just because my son and I are not your problem anymore," She practically spat in his face. Her eyes briefly met mine, "does not make Toby your excuse to behave as if you have any authority."

There was a deadly silence then. I expected Shane to reply with a sarcastic comment or even to yell, but he didn't.

"Goodbye, Lori." He turned away to walk around the car. Lori shook her head and turned away, walking back to camp.

I got into the car right after Shane.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I had some things to say about Rick. Lori didn't enjoy hearing them," he said simply.

Shane started the car and drove out of the parking lot. As he drove I sneaked a glance at his expression, there were times he looked really sad, and then just plain angry. After only a few minutes of driving he stopped the car.

"Why are we-"

"-I can't drive like this, not safe," his voice was low, almost sounding like a growl.

He banged his forehead on the steering wheel before punching it, letting out a yell of anger. Then he continued to pull and shake the steering wheel, rocking the car somewhat.

I swallowed nervously, slightly cowering into the seat at his sudden outburst. He stopped only a minute after.

He leaned his head against the steering wheel, breathing in deeply with his eyes closed.

"I miss her," he said suddenly. "And now, everything I did means nothing. Everything I said, everything she said, it's nothing. She won't stop being angry about it. I didn't lie to her!"

I furrowed my eyebrows, incredibly confused about what he was talking about. But I thought it would be smart not to say anything or ask questions right away.

"I thought he was dead," Shane continued. "I put my ear to his chest and I swore . . . I was so sure I didn't hear anything. I wouldn't have left him if I thought otherwise. They were my family.

I protected them both, I kept them alive and they . . . they kept me alive. They gave me a reason, so many reasons. I loved them, I love them. I did everything and . . . it doesn't even matter. I owed it to Rick, to take care of them. I couldn't save him so I had to save his family, but they became my family."

It finally came to me who he was talking about. I kept quiet, it wasn't my turn to speak. His eyes were closed tight, as if he was fighting back tears. I wondered if he even knew what he was saying.

"I've thought about it more than once, and I hate it, how much I want to . . . to take her back. If I just got him out of the way. Then it will be the way it was. But I know, I know that's not true. He's my best friend, has been since high school."

He fell silent for a long time. I was sure he would continue. But after thinking through everything he said. I had to speak.

"You want to kill Rick."

Shane finally raised his head and opened his eyes to meet mine. They were wet and bloodshot.

"Before, I asked if you wanted to kill again. You said-"

"-Sometimes," he finished, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then you wouldn't tell me who. It's Rick. Carl's dad." I let it sink in as I said it, I had no idea what to feel about it. Wanting to do something is different than actually doing it. My mouth was open but I didn't say anything else. I thought over his confession about killing Otis, then the sound of the gun as he shot a bullet into Carol's skull, the way her body limply fell off the bed. He killed Otis. He killed Carol. He wants to kill Rick.

And he thinks killing Randall is the best option. The pattern was easy to spot, but was it a pattern worth thinking over? Carol was dying, she wanted to die in her way before she became a Walker. Otis, I couldn't exactly excuse because even if Shane said that it was the only way to get back with the supplies, I wasn't there. Randall was hard to consider, he could be dangerous but he could also be harmless. He was some stranger, and strangers killed Guillermo's people.

But killing Rick was something I couldn't see the reason behind. Because he was mad at him? Because he was in the way?

What if I made him mad? What if I get in his way?

I look back at Shane, a whole new feeling of fear and unease circulating within me. I had no idea what to do. I had to wonder if Shane would even consider killing me, and if he did, over what? I couldn't count the times I've made him mad and he'd barely laid a hand on me. The only time was at the CDC, and he was drunk. Daddy did so many worse things drunk then grab my arms. Did it really make any sense to be afraid of him because of something he wants to do, but hasn't?

"M-Maybe . . . Maybe we should go back," I said carefully, leaning against the car door to create some more space.

"You're scared of me," he concluded, staring at me.

"N-No." I denied, "just . . . everyone might be mad that we left. Daryl told me not to."

Shane looked away from me, "let me worry about Daryl, let's go practise."

Shane sighed and shifted himself in the seat. I watched him carefully as he undid the buckle of hig gun holster and pulled his Glock out. My eyes widened and I went to grab the door handle as he lifted it. But then he turned it around, pointing the handle at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"You don't have to worry about me either, kiddo. You can have this the whole time if it makes you feel better. I won't do anything. Come on, take it."

I took the gun from him hesitantly, almost afraid it was some sort of test. But once I had it, he started the car again and he started driving.

"I'm sorry. It seems I'm apologising to you a lot lately."

"You are."

He turned his head to his side window, possible checking the mirror, "I don't know who I am anymore."

"You're officer Shane," I said.

He shook his head, "I'm just Shane."

So I'm sorta off school. The teachers are on strike so no classes. Might sound cool but it sucks to have this break in the middle of term. I have no idea when class will start again.

How was your halloween? I went as Chucky.

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