" It was Ferris' fault for not parking properly! Can he even drive? " Martha argued, waving her arms around and looking like she truly is out of her mind.
Her day had been particularly difficult to deal with, she'd just call it shitty. First, she did not sleep due to the extra tasks she'd been assigned to ( usually this would not bother her, but in this case, it did ). Then, her sleep deprivation caused her to not pay attention to her mother talking on the phone, which then led to an argument. The third, halfway through the day she got her deeply feared period that she did not sign up for because she doesn't have a period tracker. And last but not least, Joan Merry ( who was nice, Martha supposed ) had asked for her help with a simple task such as driving a car. Martha had asked why, to which Jo responded with something along the lines of "disciplinary usually always means to decent parking."
And now, perched angrily on top of the earth she blamed, Martha huffed and sunk into her seat a little. She gazed towards just how ridiculous Ben Ferris' parking skills were, completely unbelievable for a physics major like him. " And yet they blame me. "
Martha was utterly sick of today, she could not take more of it. " This is presumably the worst day of my lif ― wait, no, the worst day of my life was the day I was born. "