"Hatred is a bitch, aint it?" I said, closing the door behind me. The cabin was, aside from the muted TV, completely unlit. I'd seen this coming, so the depressing sight of my best guy friend sitting in the corner, drawing in the sunlight that streamed in from the sliding door. With a flick of my dainty wrist, I turned the lights to entryway on.

"Izzy, go away." His face was smeared with the charcoal that he was using and it stood out like zebra stripes in the yellow light. "I know you're practically my sister, but Mr. Bosnake was-"

"Just keep drawing, Charming." I said, dumping my suitcase and duffel bag onto the bed nearest the veranda.

"That's my-" He looked up from his work, as if he thought he had a chance at defending what could simply not be defended; anything close to a window. His eyes went back to the smudges that lined his sketchpad. "Do I even want to know why I have to share a room with you."

"Ask you're mother." I slid onto the bed