Literature
The Girl Who Ate My House
Mac had been waiting for today. Christy had been hyping up the Friday the 13th marathon for weeks, even calling in a special favour so Mac could get in without needing to wait six years. Were she still his babysitter, his parents would have gone ballistic, but of course it was less about seeing the movies, and more about sharing a few hours of her company as she guzzled down soda and gobbled up popcorn by the bucket in that way of hers.
They were expecting light showers, so the freak rainstorm storm that rolled in around midday took everyone by surprise, and made it very difficult to leave the house; perhaps a result of actually hosting the
request.