The trees bleed into the suburbs. Asphalt and sidewalk give way to grass, dirt, moonlight. Our houses are untouched, and it's time for a party.
Why are you even here?
Seven teenagers in a house with booze, buddies and bad impulse control. Who hates who? Who, like, totally likes who? What falls through the cracks in between?
I'll be back. Lock the door behind me.
The question everyone wants to know: What's in the Forest?