I’m beginning to think that, really now, ninety-percent of what other people have to say to me these days? Are warnings.

How boring.

Obviously I can take care of myself, otherwise totally wouldn’t have lived this far, but if it’s not warnings about boys wanting dad’s money, or wanting me--as if, I have class, work for it people-it's warning me ( Read more... )

Dad's furious with me.

I'm just sort of ignoring him now, it's not like I'm five and he can still send me to my room, you know? But anyway, he's mad 'cause I missed my shift at the shop today, but it's totally not my fault.

I'd only meant to go for a little walk, geez. It wasn't like I'd planned to get a little bit turned around in the Lower Tier ( Read more... )