Project Mackerel: The Youth Of Tomorrow

“Mara?” Mom was standing behind me, and she was wearing her forced smile again. “You should get going, sweetie.”I turned back to Connor, who slumped in his chair with a scoff. “I'm fine,” he grumbled. “Go ahead. Have fun.”Instead of questioning my brother’s strange behavior, I turned away from him and followed my mother out into the yard.I felt Connor’s glare following me out of the door.I never saw that version of my brother again.Maybe that's a good thing though.Written By: Trash_TiaThumbnail By: TDNhttps://twitter.com/TDNArtistFind the original video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GC2saazCO4