Rooney didn't know where Thoreau was off to, but it was the night before their first day of school and he was kind of pissed off about it. He frowned as he glanced out of his bedroom window at the street beneath them, waiting to see if Thoreau was going to show up or not.
He pulled out his phone and checked his texts, but nothing. Thoreau hadn't sent him anything at all. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
