"Not my fault!" Frankie sing-songed. If she kept saying it, it would make it true, right? She pushed her way out of the doors of Sonnier and began walking to the woods. Stopping behind a clump of trees, she checked to see where Tatum was.

"It was the E. I hate that bitch" she mumbled around her cigarette, sitting cross legged on a dry patch of ground and lighting up.