“I suggest you tell your parents you’re going to be away for a bit longer.” Mr. Mitro’s voice was by my ear now and his chest pressed against ...ine and I moaned. “Yes, sir.” My oh-so-gorgeous teacher gave me his home address, it wasn’t far away, and then let me slip out of the classroom. He’d instructed me to come over to his building after my last class, a class that could not be over soon enough. After school I ditched my friends with a short “bye!” and walked the mile in a fast pace, rushing. It took Dusty three months before he found a decent apartment to move into.It wasn't that there weren't any out there, but he couldn't find any that weren't either trying to rip him off or weren't so rat infested that he couldn't stay there. While he needed out, he really couldn't afford to pay three times his current rent.Motels were out because he would be paying more bi-weekly than his current rent. And he knew he would find something soon.It also didn't help that it was enrollment time for. The oil and fire of his lamp raised in his left hand, his sword drawn down by his right, Tristan proceeds. He hides his fear from the eye. Down, on either side of his feet, is the endless chasm. He must not look down. Keep moving he thinks, inside his breath, inside his nostrils. Behind him scurry tiny bodies, moving in mass, a single body against herself. Against one another, like one thousand innocent blood hungry kittens, or mice, all and at once alone inside themselves eating their. “All of them,” she answered, trying not to be offended by the fact that he called her ma’am. “I have four televisions, one in the living room, one in each bedroom, and one in my home office.”“And what issue are you having?” he asked further.“Issue? Oh, well, I can’t seem to get anything higher than channel 17. When I try to get anything above that, I get the message that it’s retrieving channel information,” I explained, trying hard not to imagine what his chest looked like under that crisp.