Saturday, August 9, 2014

Surprises

My grandmother is over and she's usually not the type to keep her promises.

But now we have a new car.

Even though she keeps mocking me for not wanting to be called a kid.

I'm nineteen years old. I'm not a kid.

Definitely moving out for good now. Maybe people will treat me with more respect. Then again, maybe not.

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