#Chapter246

Growing up, maybe

My alarm went off, and I tossed it across the room, rolling back over in bed. The first day of college and I have early classes — fanfuckingtastic. I got up and showered, then threw on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt along with my boots. I threw some gel through my hair to give it that messy look and went downstairs.

Eli and Junior were having breakfast. I grabbed a coffee and some toast, joining them.

“Morning, sunshine,” Junior said, shoving a mouthful of cereal in his mouth.

“Morning,” I mumbled.

“What time is your first class?” Elijah asked.

“8:30. I still don’t know...