[Michaela Crabbe]

Michaela stumbled through the doorway, so grateful that the powers above had given her this house right when she needed it. She tripped and fell onto the bed, where she slowly and awkwardly began disrobing herself and climbing under the covers. There would be time for house decor when her head wasn't a giant drum.

[Michaela Crabbe]

She was uber groggy from spending the entire day in bed, but when she finally stirred, she knew she had to get up. But no use doing anything; it was late, so she pulled on another pair of jeans, her favorite shirt (a white shirt with cap sleeves, and gathered to tie in the middle), with a pair of white stillettos, and gathered some money, her keys, and then shoved her knife in the back of her pants. She needed a night out, and she wouldn't give it up.