Well, I've already sat and stared at my computer screen, done every other thing I can think to do, and I think I have finally reached that certain point:

I have no idea what to write.



But that's okay.

Savannah looked around her empty apartment. Gone. All of it.

Her chest felt hollow as she walked past the place where the TV, VCR, and DVD player should have been. She couldn't bear to stop and check inside the TV stand to see if the movies were still there. As she stepped into the kitchen, it was just that much more painfully obvious that the apartment had been broken into: it echoed now. She hesitated at each bedroom door, wondering if she would find each girl's printer gone. They were. Did anyone have any real jewelry? Is all of that gone too? She twisted her ring around her finger, taking stock of all that was missing -- the knives, interestingly enough, both Jenna's and Rynn's stereos, Chase's laptop and probably her iPod. It was like someone had mistaken their apartment for a 90% off sale, and had a 10% off coupon.

Claire pushed the door open just as Savannah came into the front room again, beginning to cry. "Savannah, what is it? --- oh, my word."

Savannah dropped onto the couch, "I s-swear I locked it!"

"Is everything gone?"

Savannah nodded, “I was so glad I found the key --- and I remember locking the w-window! I had to fight with the blinds, and I’m pretty sure I bolted it ‘cause a guy was out there with his phone!”

“That is so strange – ”

“Everyone is going to blame me! For all of the stuff being gone! People say you almost burned down the apartment, but you didn’t really. I really did let everything get stolen though! That’s thousands of dollars worth of stuff! And everyone is going to be so mad at me!”

Claire sat down quickly next to Savannah. “Hey, hey, freaking out isn’t going to fix anything. You’ll get this figured out. In the meantime, take a deep breath, try to calm down.”

“H-how can I calm down? Some terrible person came and stole everyone’s stuff and it’s MY fault.”

The door creaked. “Feels terrible, doesn’t it?”

Claire and Savannah both jerked their heads to look. “What are you doing here, Kyle?”

“I came…to apologize.”

Savannah laughed chokily, “This isn’t exactly a good time!”

“Well, but see…your note was so without warning. I found it and I was so desolate, like something precious had been stolen away, and I knew it was my own doing. I hadn’t told you enough how much you mean to me, and I knew I’d do anything to get you back.”

“Yeah, well, I can relate.”

“I know.”

Claire watched Kyle carefully for a moment. “Wait a second, do you mean --- ?”

“I got Dave to pick the lock --- he said it was easier since the bolt wasn’t locked --- and all of my roommates and I grabbed everything lightning fast. It’s all in our living room.”

“Why would you do that, Kyle?! Why would you do that?”

“It was the only thing I could think of to get you to see how sad I was that you didn’t want to be with me! Can you see now how miserable I was? We’ll bring your stuff back right away, don’t worry, but can’t you see what I’m trying to say here?”

“You are a psychopath.” Savannah got up and left the room.

You know what else is OK?

Writing total JUNK.