Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20181223213722/@comment-34052734-20181226191321

Bryce got out of the driver’s side of the car, slamming the door and opening up the trunk. He slung both his and Grace’s backpacks over his right shoulder and gripped onto the strap of the tent bag with his left hand. He reared, lifting up his left arm and pushed the trunk down—maybe too forecefully. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’!”