"Fine, whatever," Annette said to Angel who was sprawled on her bed.  "I don't have to have everyone like me do I? I am sick to death of being emo. I don't do emo!" Annette did emo real well. "Geeze, I was trying to be nice. Or I would have did I not get that look from her. What is wrong with people around here?" She was flinging her jammies on her ( Read more... )