“Candy!” Katrina yells in shock, rising off my leg to glare at the rainbow-haired female in anger.
I knew she was only getting mad because she didn’t want Candy to put ideas in my head and for me to start worrying like a silly goose, but I wasn't going to.
Because despite how much the point she’s trying to make sounds unrealistic and honestly just plain cruel, I do feel like certain aspects of my life is a big middle finger to me.
“Oh come on, you gotta admit that I’m right. Every villain in a movie or a story feels frustration and anger at someone or something because they find it unfair that their life is so f****d up or they are so f****d up while others get to live happily and fulfilled lives."
“Tatty," Katrina turns to me in desperation. “This isn't what I'm trying to say by bri
