Jarzaberwoky

I was going to get bitched at about my attitude when we got home, though, I could feel it coming. My relationship with my parents used to be smooth and easy; I was the only kid in the house, had a sweet disposition and good grades, but after I got caught telling people at school Hannah was dead, everything changed. I was angry at my parents for turning on me, and they were angry at me for what I had done, and I knew that they forgave me—they were my parents, after all—but I think that some part of me couldn’t forgive them. I became a walking teenage cliché almost overnight, and now our relationship was a tug-of-war, or maybe one of those American Gladiator challenges where you have to push the other person off their platform. Of course, in that analogy, I was the contestant and my parents were the Gladiator, maybe Ice or Gemini or somebody really eighties from the first couple of seasons.