Date: 10/26/2016
By xoe
Stuck in an antique mall while battle rages outside. So many hats. Feathers in my hair. Marilyn Monroe and John Wayne. A family drama. All their generations of secrets unraveling. A group of boys with letters on their foreheads to tell them apart. But the boys are not identical. They are not even the same age. The letters on their foreheads are purple. I ask them if there are any tunnels we could use to escape. They say no, and they think tunnels are gross. They don't seem to understand the gravity of our situation.