Many days past and I am no longer a child. Now I'm an adult....
... Just kidding I'm now 8 years old.
Although, I am a bit taller and closer to becoming an adult. So that fills me with a bit of comfort.
I still have 8 more years until it's considered acceptable for me to drink here. Sigh. I hope these years will pass quickly.
But I won't be distracted. Because currently I'm facing a situation of life and death!
I grabbed clothes out of a suitcase and threw it out.
Lona snapped, "WON'T YOU STOP THAT?!"
"NO!"
She angrily placed the clothes back in, but I threw them back out. Her eyebrows twitched in irritation, "You don't have a choice! Stop making things so difficult!"
"I refuse! I won't spend two weeks with those idiots! I refuse!"
She groaned, "Bertram! Some help?!"
He looked awkwardly to the side and made no attempt to help. He mumbled, "Please don't drag me into this."
Lona groaned, "Ugh! Why are you being so stubborn?! Both Bertram and I are coming with you."
