Her mother gave a sigh. "You know, you're old enough to know that smoking... That [i]stuff[/i] is bad."

Alex leaned further into the window, and gazed into both of their eyes. She couldn't help but feel the deep pain, that, just like that, they didn't want to bring her little sister along. A grin came onto her face. "I know, right? Just like, I dunno. Everything is bad? My religion. Sex. Music taste. Habits."

"That's not what we meant-"

She rolled her eyes at that. Every since she was eleven they had told her to change herself, to become a better person. "Guess what you did, mom? You stuck your hand up my ass and took it out. Well guess what I hope happens? I hope both of you go to hell for masturbating with my feces. Pricks. I was almost gone."

She gripped her suitcase harder, and made sure he backpack didn't fall off. It probably didn't help her much to use profanity, but, getting back at her parents felt good. In a bad, and a good way. Bad: She still had to go to the camp, plus, they'd probably say she went crazy and the court would say she was unfit to petition. Again. Good: They deserved it. All of it.

She saw another person - no - some other people walking up some path. She followed, but walked a bit awkwardly with the pack of traveling tissues in her pocket.