here is another one

The Immortal Effect

She passed Teara on her way to her room. Teara still had make-up slopped on her face, the T.V. was on full blast, she had no blanket on that hard couch and she was out cold. This usually meant her rooms’ smell had become unbearable and she was torturing herself again. She had a dog that was nearly as old as she was, Winston loved to dig in his own remains, he spread it all around her room and Shaylee didn’t even want to think about was in that matted fur. Of course Winston had followed her and was now curled up at her feet.