Football in the fall and baseball in the spring and summer, why?
[Meaning there are definitely a few bats in his room. The poor thing is clueless as to why he'd be interested in what sports her little brother plays. But she does help him transfer things into the backpack, only pausing briefly to give him a really look at all the alcohol he's taken. Chrissy doesn't say anything about it though, just gets the bag done up before leaving him for a minute.]
I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes, okay?
[She goes back into her room to retrieve her backpack, sliding it over both shoulders before she takes a little time to say goodbye to everything. It's a bittersweet feeling that leaves tears in her eyes as she starts to head downstairs.
Family pictures hang on the walls, and she takes time to look at each one as she passes them by. She loves her family, even if they really messed her up. And she'll miss them. Okay, and maybe she feels bad about coming here and messing things up. By the time she makes it into the kitchen to shove some food into her backpack, the tears are threatening to spill.
Chrissy doesn't let them, and instead of spending much more time inside the house, she heads over to stand by the door and wait for him. Her arms wrap around herself, and she has to keep telling herself she better not cry. If she cries, she's really going to bring down the mood of this whole day.]
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[Meaning there are definitely a few bats in his room. The poor thing is clueless as to why he'd be interested in what sports her little brother plays. But she does help him transfer things into the backpack, only pausing briefly to give him a really look at all the alcohol he's taken. Chrissy doesn't say anything about it though, just gets the bag done up before leaving him for a minute.]
I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes, okay?
[She goes back into her room to retrieve her backpack, sliding it over both shoulders before she takes a little time to say goodbye to everything. It's a bittersweet feeling that leaves tears in her eyes as she starts to head downstairs.
Family pictures hang on the walls, and she takes time to look at each one as she passes them by. She loves her family, even if they really messed her up. And she'll miss them. Okay, and maybe she feels bad about coming here and messing things up. By the time she makes it into the kitchen to shove some food into her backpack, the tears are threatening to spill.
Chrissy doesn't let them, and instead of spending much more time inside the house, she heads over to stand by the door and wait for him. Her arms wrap around herself, and she has to keep telling herself she better not cry. If she cries, she's really going to bring down the mood of this whole day.]