Isaiah

Thanks, though.

What?

He's laying on his bed, like typing in the juices next to him, and he glances over at the juice, and he's like, I've got plans this evening.

Did I mention I count shadows?

I got a long Friday night of counting shadows and drinking juice.

I want to see that hatchet flying at my face while I'm drinking juice.

Yeah, he's the freak.

He's the monster of the story.

He breaks into people's houses and kills them for their juice.

Like, he raids the fridge.

The end of the story, like, he goes back home, and he opens the fridge, and there's, like, 40 juice boxes.

Like, he's been doing this for years.

I got up from my bed and headed to check the cupboard under the stairs.

I didn't know where the tent was, but it seemed a good place to start.

I opened the cupboard door and started shifting coats aside.

Some cardboard boxes were stacked up at the back and might be hiding it, so I started unstacking them.

Why give us that level of detail?

It's like... I moved my arrays of juices and Capri Sun.

There were some cardboard boxes.

They were stacked up.