Snippet #1271003

Kaari let out a sigh and looked around. No one? Good. She looked to the boy, who had so kindly thrown a tantrum. She kept a calm face as she spoke.

"I can't say yes to all of those things. Though the basement and friends part are about the same. But let me ask you, friend, how many times has your father hit you? trust me when I say I've got you beaten there... Ha... Also, my parents don't accept me either. And eating, let's just say, I don't get much. So how about you try to be a little nicer... And maybe you'll find more friends... After all, some of us have more in common than you think..." She looked down sadly and shook a little. The mere memory of her father made her want to cry, but she kept the tears from her eyes. Stay quiet.