☆彡 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀
❛ bring me your mouth and your mystery! ❜
sonny wasn't that into
mysteries, but she was
the biggest one of all in
jj's eyes.
UNDER EDITING
a sonny penbrook novel!
PLOT...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sonny ran the whole way to John B's house.
Back in school, her gym coach tried to persuade her to get into track. Sonny had all but laughed in her face, saying that she would rather eat rocks.
Now however, a small part of her wished she had taken her up on the offer. Because while Sonny had always been quick, enough that she had been told she was fit for the team, there was no doubt she would've been even quicker had she trained. And then perhaps her desperate race across the island might not have worn the shit out of her.
Just a thought.
Had Sonny been thinking straight, she would've attempted to catch up to John B and JJ before they jumped in the camper and left, but she hadn't. Instead, she made a mad dash in one direction while they went in another.
It wasn't like they would wait for her, anyway.
They had no idea she was there— but they would, because Sonny was going to find out whatever the fuck it was that the Pogues found in Scooter Grubs' boat and why two men had gone to Ms Lana's home looking for it. Why they had torn it apart, piece by piece.
