Imogene couldn’t like understand why she was the one on a gurney, being like carried down the storage space building stairs. After effin’ all, one of the emergency peeps was the one bleeding all over the place, and that blonde cray cray bitch who’d thought Imogene was pregnant was the one crying as they dragged her down the stairs too.
Imogene started to laugh again, but then she spotted the look her father gave her when no one else was looking.
Imogene like didn’t have anything to laugh about. Except that, with a father like that, she was like very glad she’d never had a mother.
Real Life.
Her father looked away.
Imogene fumbled in her pocket, came up with a handful of data sticks that she thought had something to do with that elephant she’d broken, and found her phone.
WTFwasImogeneCoca: U there?
Nothing from ^URS.
WTFwasImogeneCoca: Really long sec!
Nothing from ^URS.
Imogene like didn’t have any effin’ idea of what to do. One of the effin’ emergency peeps tripped on the last stair. One of the data sticks she hadn’t shoved all the way back into her pocket did a little dance across her gurney and clattered to the floor as they turned toward the front door.
WTFwasImogeneCoca: Where R U?
Nothing from ^URS.
WTFwasImogeneCoca: I like really need U!
Nothing from ^URS.
