"Thea how have you been holding up since the 14th" says Faerie. Amalthea starts getting sick of the same question she has been asking since she got on the bus. She caves in and answers her repetitive curiosity over something she has no business in knowing.
" I'm fine please stop asking me the same thing over and over and over and over again" with a cold tone and a heavy head Amalthea confess. Faerie stops looking her way and gets annoyed by her response." Your parents died whatever" she says under her breath. Amalthea quietly sighs with disbelief, the silence of her tears holding back the aggression she would unleash.
She felt as if it was better to runaway from this sensible life.
