“I… can’t… take… this… shit… any… more!”
“Come on Kris, language. Your Father and I are trying to make the best of these tough times. It’s hard on everybody.”
“I don’t care. I’m outa here. You don’t understand. I need some friends.”
“You aren’t going anywhere. Keys and phone, NOW!”
“But…”
“Taking away friends and games seems the only way to get you to listen.”
“Come on!”
“This isn’t a conversation. Take that laptop, go to your room and get your school work done.”
“OK.” …Does she really have no clue what I’m going to be doing all morning?
Fiction 101: The goal is to tell a story in 101 words or less.
