No, I'm Totally Not Mad At All. Really.
It was hard to study when you were irritated. The words blurred together, or the things one knew for sure were correct suddenly became murky and questionable. It probably wasn't the most practical decision either to study on the Observation Deck, but at least watching the Bleed stream past was better than looking at the walls of the media library.
But she was still mad. Why couldn't she go fill in a piece of memory that was "helpfully" blocked off by Stacy and, well, whomever decided it wouldn't be suitable for her to keep the memory in the first place.
And the math problem in front of her was making even less sense the more she looked at it. Sherry pushed her hair off her shoulders and looked back at the ceiling of the deck. "It isn't fair!"
What, had they'd forgotten she'd survived zombies and crazy monsters, too? Sherry kicked her feet in silent tantrum.
But she was still mad. Why couldn't she go fill in a piece of memory that was "helpfully" blocked off by Stacy and, well, whomever decided it wouldn't be suitable for her to keep the memory in the first place.
And the math problem in front of her was making even less sense the more she looked at it. Sherry pushed her hair off her shoulders and looked back at the ceiling of the deck. "It isn't fair!"
What, had they'd forgotten she'd survived zombies and crazy monsters, too? Sherry kicked her feet in silent tantrum.