He also needed to cut down and bring in another log, but either enterprise would be easier when it was a little cooler.Thinking about cool turned his ...houghts to the lower cave. Where does that cool air come from? But remembering that the cave spiraled ever-downward was giving him pause. “That part of the cave just feels ... odd,” he told Lobo. “It seems like a never-ending black tunnel, and for some reason it scares the heebie-jeebies out of me. How in the hell was it formed, and why does it. Brandon had zoned out and wished that he were back home with his friends and his Mom. He started to choke up thinking about his Mom. She hadnt meant to become addicted but she just couldnt say no to the drugs anymore. Brandon balled his fists and looked out the window trying to replace the unhappy thoughts with better ones. His Dad pulled off the interstate and onto a main road with middle class houses in a gated community. Sweet he thought rolling his eyes, security, just what he needed. His. ‘Santa Daddy, when are you coming home?’ What? Ohmigod … it’s Carla! My sweet little first grader — so pretty in her plaid skirt and white blouse. Small for her age, but so smart. ‘Santa Claus! Daddy. I miss you, please come home.’ Tears in her eyes. Tears in mine. I looked around for June but between my alcoholic daze and the wetness in my eyes I couldn’t see her. I jumped up and ran for the bathroom. Sat in a stall to hide. Finished my flask. Carla. June. Cramps in my stomach … when did I eat. By [email protected]Draco was fuming, Potter, Weasley and that filthy Mud Blood embarrassed him again. He snuck into the dressing room as the teams were playing Quidditch he was going to get revenge. As soon as he entered the room, he say a brown package it read“Mr Harry PotterHogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”He took the package and ran away. He had no idea he’d been seen Hermione Granger had spotted him entering and watched him steal the parcel. She then followed him determined to.