His dad was... dead?It was only on the plane back home, reliving the weird call, that he how odd his mom's voice had sounded. Not sad. Not even a flat...monotone of denial. Just her usual tone, as if she'd been talking about grocery shopping."Maybe you ought to come home..." What a goddamn strange thing to say.He arrived home early the next morning, worn out with the all-night flight, jet-lag, and grief. Wearily, James shuffled up the front steps, suitcase hanging loosely on limp fingers and. That was why I was so anxious at starting here; I was the first boy ever to have been accepted to this school. The governors had had a big row over this, not to mention the parents, but in the end it was decided that money was too short that they couldn’t afford not to accept some boys. So that was how I ended up here, gingerly pushing open the big wooden door into the reception; of course I had been here before, a jolly lady in her mid-forties had shown me round a couple of days ago on the. " I miss Dad too." Said Mary as she sat up to go give her mom a hug, but instead she spilled some of her wine onto the front of her nightgown. "Oh Shit, you got to be k**ding me?" Mary said as she put the glass down on the table and hurried for the kitchen, Rebecca following right behind. Mary started to wipe the stain with the kitchen towel."No you need to soak that in detergent to get that stain out" belted Rebecca as she reached for the bottom of Mary's nightgown trying to help her get it. Jill was paranoid and always locked the door when she was alone and fortunately, Staci had remembered her apartment keys when they left the house.Staci walked into the darkened apartment and shut the door behind her. Flipping the deadbolt, she wandered into the living room and set the videos on the coffee table. Humming quietly she wandered back towards her bedroom, looking for Jill. She paused with a great sigh when she noticed the nude form of her roommate sleeping peacefully on top of the.