Chapter 7: Things Hopefully Get Better

Just as soon as I close the door, she decides to place the book down on the desk next to her before picking up a glass from earlier in the day and lobbing it at me. “How dare you! I have been stuck in here without anything to eat and I am being treated like a prisoner.” She screams at me with fire in her eyes before picking up anything else she can find to throw at me.

Shocked, I watch as she acts like a two-year-old now and flings everything within walking distance at me, even though three seconds earlier she was calm and collected. Dodging expertly, I demand, “Stop! Quit acting like a child.” Pausing, she glares at me only to return to her work of destroying everything in the room.

“Wow. Really?” I shake my head and decide to leave because this simply won’t do.