there were times when bogan thought his life was too perfect - he only sat waiting for the other shoe to drop.
bogan had spent the day brushing off projects and sitting in his bed looking at the pictures the kids had drawn him, in the distance the phone was ringing. realizing that his room mate wasnt there ( and more than likely wouldnt have picked it up even if he was ) he reached over an answered it. on the other end, a tearful and distressed Ms. Wilkens tried to tell bogan what had happened. the shoe had dropped.
Bogan couldnt move, he couldnt speak. memories of his mother flashed back to him and he let the phone fall from his hand. His mother had ment everything to him untill her life was cut short by a drunk driver. the only one that had been able to open him up since was celeste - now she was laying in some hospital room some where. he only prayed that she was still alived. if there was a god (which repeatedly he questioned) she would be.
pushing past the tears he knew were coming, bogan tried to find tickets to california at the last minute. leaving with only the cloths on hisback, he rushed to the airport to catch the red eye.
he tried to tell himself things would be okay. they had to be. if celeste left him too his world would crumble to his feet.