Chapter 18: Trash
Crayelle was standing in her best friend's empty room, on her imparter.
"Fintan threw me away like trash," she was saying, staring at the colorful cork board filled with sticky note reminders and pictures.
There was a silence as Crayelle listened to the other person speak.
"I know," she said, exasperated. "But he didn't buy it."
There was another pause.
"I don't know if anyone will be happy about that. Especially Fintan and Brant. And my mom. She needs me to babysit Cassie and can't figure out where I'm going off to."
Silence as she listened to the response.
"I know, Lils-"
"Okay, fine. But we can't just do this over and over. Fintan's plan plays right into our hands. We just have to wait until he's finished-"
Pause.
"I don't know, two months? We'll still have enough time to get back to school, don't worry, smarty pants."
"I-oh, gotta go. Someone's coming." She whispered.
