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sommer benstaloe

It's hell to come home to see one less face at the dinner table, and to know that face had killed and ended two souls in the process before becoming a shining face in the sky and once it flashed away; the only hopes of him coming back would flash away too.

Rodrick Benstaloe-- ("Sommer! Get your ass back in the kitchen.")

"Shut the hell up, Anthony." Rodrick Benstaloe, the best person that ever walked on this earth and blossomed in front of my eyes to eventually become a face hovering in the sky with his home placed underneath it, to show that District Ten is only good at bringing back a twelve year old child and some old man who is having more problems than District Twelve.

("SOMMER.") I would throw the damn journal on the ground, this family is a quarter more useless without him; Rory and Rodney are ruined as could be without him and Anthony is a ball of flaming anger. It's been a nightmare ever since he's died, everyone holding onto that last bit of sanity they have stored inside of their brain.

Turning on the stove and beginning to cook at least something for the damn bear that will actually bring us into starvation how much he wants food to be cooked and made for him. ("Hurry the fuck up, god damnit!") The grabbing of another pan and throwing it at his face while pouring the food on a plate without any attempt of making it look appetizing, I'd place it on the table. "Why don't you cook for the family, hun? It shouldn't be that hard. Besides, living with you is already hard enough."

I walk out of the door, because if walking out of his life is the best damn idea I could think of.