Evelyn Predmore

“Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.”
― C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn

“A verbal ménage à trois,” Della said.
“Gross,” Miranda said.
“You wanna hear gross?” Della asked. “I just peed on my hand trying
to piss on this damned drug stick while talking on the phone to you.”
Kylie laughed. “I miss you guys.” The sound of a toilet flushing filled
the line.
“Oh, double gross,” Miranda snapped. “I told you not to flush while I
was on the phone.”
― C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn

“When one door closes, find another."
Kylie gazed back up. "And what if there isn't another door?"
"Then you try the window."
"And if there's not a window?" Kylie asked.
"Then you find a sledgehammer and make a window.”
― C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn

“Friday morning, Kylie, Miranda, and Della, each carting suitcases, walked
the trail to meet up with their parents. They walked slowly, like condemned prisoners moving to their executions.
“I’m going to be peeing on a drug test stick every hour,” Della
muttered.
Miranda sighed. “I’m going to screw up at my competition and my
mom is going to give me up for adoption.”
“I’m going to a ghost hunt,” Kylie added. Both girls looked at her.
“Don’t ask.”
― C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn