A difficult week

A week has passed.

A week since the time I sprained my ankle and Kayler wrapped a bandage around it. A bandage that, by the way, I still have. Being Saturday I'm super bored at home with nothing to do. I didn't go to class all week.

I also didn't see Kayler again since that night. I didn't see him again. I didn't get any weird messages either, part of that is good; you can tell I've had a really rough week, as you can also tell that on more than one occasion I've missed Kayler's asshole; and I don't even know why.

Anne has mailed me what you've seen this week in class, I haven't even written it down in my notebook. You know what's even weirder? That I haven't heard a single howl in all the days, weird isn't it?

Mom was working, today she was even coming in at night. Every once in a while I looked out my window at Kayler's house; do you believe I haven't seen a single light on since the party? Could they have gone on a trip? That's impossible. Kayler and his group have to go