Steven moved the drone’s light back and forth as he went to ensure that he didn’t run into anything, attempting to keep a good distance from the s...range structures. Suddenly, a wet sputtering sound could be heard coming from one side of the drone, as a propeller started to fail, sending the machine awkwardly spiraling downwards. “Shit!” Steven yelled. “Something hit us!” He wrestled with the controller as he attempted to maintain altitude. With a flick of the joysticks, he lurched the drone in. It’s one of my dreams. We can cook sufficiently, do any jobs needed – and throw the best parties in our neighbourhood.I staggered, the countless shots finally hitting me. Lacey giggled. She helped me walk through the house, past countless drunk people, up the stairs and onto the queen-size bed. Our house had two bedrooms, perfect for me and Amy. Lacey kissed me. I locked eyes with her, then flipped her over. I unzipped her dress, revealing a pale back and black, lacy lingerie. She slipped the. You lied to me, girl."I shrugged and smiled up at her. "You can't blame a girl for trying." Come on, let's get this over with before the van gets here."We had just finished up the exercises and Jennifer was brushing my hair when Mom came walking in the door."I have to have some reports I left on my nightstand," she said. "I can take you to therapy and the van will bring you home." Awesome," I said, grateful that Jennifer had been the stronger one."Can I help get her in the car?" Jennifer. And then there are signatures of your mom and dad," she said. "Your name is on the front." Can't he read?" Mr. Fellsmore asked. He could have asked me, but then he probably figured I was too stupid to answer."Chris's a poor reader," said Mr. B. At least he was talking about me using my name. "But he's a bright boy; he'll understand it."I just stayed there, holding the envelope."Do we have to talk to Mr. Merriweather, now?" I asked. Mr. Fellsmore said that Mr. Merriweather was handling.