The Catastrophic History Of You And Me - Plot & Excerpts
My hours were made out of roasted eggplant and portobello mushroom and fizzy, bubbly Sprite and Wendy’s Frostys (my own personal request). My minutes were made out of checkered linoleum floors, stained and scratched from where chairs had been scraped over them decade after decade. My seconds buzzed like static on that old tiny TV with terrible reception—the one I’d seen Patrick stare at for hours on end without blinking. Ceiling fans whirred and spun lazily above my head, reminding me of all the summer vacations and pool parties and ice-cold lemonades I’d never get to enjoy again with my best friends. Not that I cared. Best friends are overrated. Sure, there were plenty of things to distract me from thinking about my new discovery. I taught myself how to tear snowflake patterns into paper napkins. I learned how to throw a football and put on really heavy eyeliner, thanks to my new friends Quarterback Dude and Lady Gothga. Crossword Lady even took me under her wing and helped me finish my very first crossword puzzle.
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