What's the Worst thing I can Say?

I escaped my way home, and started by attempting to patch up my Sabbath tee. Unfortunately, my efforts weren't enough to save Ozzy's face, which became lopsided from all the black stitches. I sighed and decided to text Logan my address while my memory was still fresh. She texted back with a smiley face and a ' thx '. I smiled deeply and changed into a U2 tee and my lightest blue jeans I own, also taking out all my artistic designs.

They were all kept and stored away in grandma Helena's gift to me; a shimmering navy blue box. The art inside consisted of comic designs like a villain named Vanya, who is part violin and can destroy almost anything with her music. It also had paintings of Fender guitars and amps, not to mention a special sketch of coffee. Plus, I had a few abstract things like an Italian flag with a splash of light purple in the middle. All these things have meant so much to me all these years.

I hear a ringing in my ears, and realize immediatly that it came from the door. Logan waited patiently outside as I nervously opened the door.

Notes

New Chapter! :D