My mom told me that her and my dad are going to California over the summer and that means I have to say with my evil grandma. They said for a week. I hate this. I have no idea why, but she hates me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
