“That’s between you two.” Vanessa said as she climbed down from the ship. Her high was wearing off and she was getting sleepy. “Where you going?” Jorel asked her. “To find our old sleeping bags.” Vanessa called back.
George decided to help her look around, after she sat down he kept looking. He looked under one of the tables and pulled out the sleeping bags, taking one over to Vanessa he covered her up with it.
“No problem,” George said as he looked over at Jorel once she fell asleep. “I think we should be, something isn’t right. I know she’s stressed, but this is getting out of control,” he told him.
“Of course something isn’t right. She’s doing drugs.” Jordon said. “If I felt like catching a charge, I’d go beat her dads ass for exposing her to this shit.” Dylan sighed. Jorel also sighed. “So what do we do?” He asked them.
George sighed, rubbing his face, “I don’t know...” He was starting to feel like all of this was his fault, he should have made more of an effort to stay in touch with Vanessa. Maybe, if he had checked in on her, she wouldn’t be in such rough shape.