“Is it true that it used to be a shooting range?” Scott asked. Maud ground her teeth, what part of quiet did they not understand, she screamed in her head. "Yeah, back in the 1900s when guns were still legal,” Bob answered Scott, and all Maud’s hopes fell away. This topic wasn’t socially appropriate, but Maud felt curious about the room’s origins. She inclined her head to hear more rumors
The goal? 50-60 well written and thoroughly revised pages of a manuscript that I can turn into a novel after graduation.
No one just starts doing methamphetamines. Except Carolyn.