Shuma-Gorath

Night of Rat Sitter Seriously mom can’t you lend me thirty dollars?” the young girl asked, a frustrated look on her face. “No..you are nearing the end of high school and you need to focus more on your grades not your popularity.” the mother stated not taking her eyes off of the newspaper. The girl huffed, folding her arms. “But mom you don’t understand, popularity is all there is today. If I’m to be successful I need to stop dressing like a commoner and more like a cool girl.” “No buts besides I brought you those high heels for your birthday. These days with the changing world, grades and experience matter not who wears the tightness whities or has the most dental floss-looking thong,” her mother retorted, “You need to learn Felicity my dear that you're going to be an adult soon and popularity won’t matter when you're working in any field.” Felicity gritted her teeth, bottling up her rage. Her mother never knew what it was like being sectioned into various groups because of