Angies Mystical Wonderland

‘No!’ I shouted, nearly tripping as I stumbled forward.
‘Clayton got kicked out of school,’ Daniel announced, his voice ringing down the hall. ‘He killed the class guinea pig and cut it up.’
I lunged past Nick, nearly knocking him flying as I swung around through the living room doorway.
‘He’s lying!’ I said. ‘It was already dead!’

Before we left the motel, Jeremy had spent a lot of time making phone calls. Not that I understood what he was doing. For whatever reason, I had holes in my memory such that I’d know perfectly well what a car or money was for, but objects like telephones and toilets were unfathomable mysteries.

At the time, it seemed to me that Jeremy was spending a lot of time with a piece of plastic pressed against his ear, talking to himself. Which was fine by me. We all have our eccentricities. Jeremy liked talking to plastic; I liked hunting and eating the rats that ventured into the motel room. Or, at least I did like hunting and eating the rats, until Jeremy caught me and promptly kiboshed that hobby. Some of us are more tolerant of eccentricities than others.