Mrs. Waylan couldn't help but to whisper in passing to Shane, "help is on the way!"
The game has changed and we just went from seeing the light at the end of the tunnel to straight up survival mode.
Between eating trash, training to be Schwarzenegger, twiddling our thumbs on the floor in the corner, and just not eating at all, Lisa liked to pepper in mental exercise as well.
No matter what happened, you weren't allowed to miss a beat or else it would all start over.
Looking back from my new perspective as a logical, mature 24-year-old, I am still of the opinion that she's a total biotch.
Zane never spoke to me again, and I crossed off that approach to professing my love in the future.
Petting their beards understandingly, ICCH knew just the kids for the job. My siblings and I packed our trash bags and again, we were on the move.