Stupid me.Stupid tears.Stupid Asher.Stupid Ben.Stupid feelings.I pat my pockets for my keys,I need to leave this stupid place.My search comes up empty and my feet grind to a halt.Come on.

　　I march in the direction I came from,speedwalking to the small gate.The first place I check is the bleacher.Nothing.I pat my pockets again,refusing to believe I have lost my key.It was here with me.

　　How do I get home?It's getting late.My phone is in the car.I look up to the sky ...