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"Didn't even want to admit it to yourself…" ~ india.arie
Frazie, in the midst of Dion's sudden disappearance, and her younger brother taking chase after him, decided to take it upon herself to wander around the thick forest of the questionable area. Seeing as there wasn't anything they could do in the meantime. Though she made sure not to wander off too far. Her Mom would have had a fit if she had missed when practice began again. In a way, she was actually relieved practice was postponed for the moment.
If things were postponed for long enough maybe they would have to push back the show, then Frazie would at least have a bit more time before they truly ended up leaving. Maybe then she would have a chance to figure out how to bring up wanting to stay near the Motherlobe to her Mom.
Before long, Frazie made her way back to the Caravan to find that most of her family was still just idly waiting. Though it seemed that a few more of them had left too. Had Raz really taken that long to find Dion? She knew that Raz could sometimes get distracted when finding something new or exploring. But, he had seemed in a rush to find their older brother. With curiosity getting the better of her she finally decided to ask the person most likely to know, her mom, Donatella.
"Um, Mom, why are we still waiting? Or did Raz and Dion just forget we had practice?" Frazie asked, as she walked up to Donatella. It wouldn't have surprised her, it was just like Raz to try and skip out on practice when given the chance. Probably caught up reading the newest issue of True psychic tales. Though Dion skipping out of practice didn't happen as often which had Frazie a bit concerned.
"Well, Razputin did eventually come back while you were gone. But, by the time he did, you were gone, and Queepie wandered off somewhere. and now, your father is out looking for him. So, I thought it was best to postpone practice until this evening. Though, I'm not sure where Razputin went off to, I think he mentioned meeting with someone." Donatella let out an exasperated sigh. Well, that explained why most everyone disappeared. Though Frazie still wondered where Dion was.
"Maybe, I should have made practice earlier. We only have so many days to get this routine right, and the whole family’s just gallivanting about. This show needs to be perfect!” Donatella exclaimed, with vigor and conviction.
Their mother was always one to care about the quality of the acts they put on. She always wanted to wow the crowd. But, Frazie wondered why her Mom felt she needed to be in such a rush to put on their next show. Sure, it was their job but, it hadn't even been 3 days. Maybe this was her chance to convince her Mom to stay.
“Frazie, darling, we’re burning daylight, if you’re going to stand here chatting with me we might as well do some small practice.”
“Mom I don’t think that’s necessar-” Frazie began, but Donatella's urging voice interrupted.
“Perhaps some scales? I saw your stance earlier this morning and your balance could use some work. Hopefully, this will prevent us from having a fall like the little one we had this morning, hmm?” Donatella hinted, her suggestion came off less as a recommendation and more of an order, dripping in a mix of passive aggressiveness and her motherly tone.
Wait, was her Mom insinuating that she was the cause of their fall earlier that day? Frazie knew it had to have been Dion’s fault! She had half a mind to make her thoughts known, but felt it was best just to let it lie and not argue the point.
So, in annoyance Frazie let out a small groan and got into position, leg up, back straight, arms out, as her mother joined her in tow beside her.
“See, now isn't that better?” Donatella insisted. Frazie decided she might as well bring up staying while she had the time with her Mom, it was now or never.
"Mom, you know, we don’t need to be in such a rush about this, right? We only just got here anyway, and this place isn't so bad." Frazie lightly suggested, Hoping that her mother would take the bait. However, Frazie knew deep down convincing her Mom of such wouldn’t be so easy.
“You say that, but you mustn't forget my dear Frazie, we’re a traveling circus. We’d have to leave eventually.” Donatella remarked, keeping her stance rigid and her eyes focused in front of her.
Perhaps trying another approach would fare better? While Frazie did want to stay she couldn’t bring herself to ask. She saw her family's reaction to Raz leaving, and while it was under different circumstances, Frazie couldn’t stand the possibility of ‘breaking her Mother’s heart’ if she were to leave them to stay. Her parents were already losing one child, losing 2 in less in a week, and after everything would only make them more upset. Though maybe, Pooter could be just the scapegoat she needed to convince her Mom otherwise. “True, But, what about Raz, shouldn’t we stick around to make sure he stays out of trouble?”
“Though I do worry about Pootie, he’s got a good head on his shoulders and seems to be handling himself quite... well without us.” There was a twinge of faux happiness in her voice, as Donatella tried to keep a tone of levity with her last words. While Donatella was glad that her Pootie was doing well for himself. This was not the path that she had expected him to go down for a number of reasons, and she still felt conflicted about it all.
"That being said, when your father and I were asked to go to the Motherlobe to sign some papers before your brother could become an official psychonaut. That lady in the suit, now what was it…. Hollis, I believe? She did invite us to stay for a while." It took a second for Frazie to remember who Donatella was referring to. But, then she remembered the woman with the large shoulder pads, who had interrupted their little family reunion a few days prior. Frazie was shocked to know that they had already been offered a chance to stay! But, Frazie was even more curious to know what her Mothers response was.
"And…?" Frazie asked in bated breath.
"Look Frazie, I'd rather us… not be in the Psychonauts’ way. It might be best for us to go our separate directions." Donatella maintained.
Donatella was still getting used to the fact that much of her family were now out and proud psychics. She was, in fact, glad that much of the truth behind their family’s “curse” was brought to light. It perhaps meant a better future for her children and yes, the Psychonauts, partially, helped with that. However, in her mind, much of the pain her family had been put through was due to the Psychonauts in the first place, and unlike her husband, she did not forgive so easily. While her Pootie had now gone off to work for them and it was too late to change that. It did not mean that she had to stay around and subject the rest of her family, the ones she loved, to the people and organization that caused them so much pain. She continued.
"And I'd rather not have them in our way either..." Donatella hissed under her breath. The constrained harshness of it startled Frazie to the point of losing the balance of her scale stance. Frazie stumbled backward catching her footing just before she fell to the ground.
"I-" Frazie tried to start. But, she was cut off instantly.
Her mother placed her elevated foot elegantly and firmly to the ground then turned towards her daughter. "Now, If you’ll excuse me I must get back to perfecting the routine for our show,” Donatella stated, with her face stone cold, as to shut down the conversation at once.
"And you should be getting ready for practice later as well, hmm?" Donatella asserted placing a hand on Frazie’s shoulder.
"Sure, right away Mom..." Frazie exhaled, as she looked to the side.
"That's a good girl. And make sure to perfect that balance of yours." Donatella dismissed, as she called out to her daughter who was walking away.
Frazie gave a slow nod of acknowledgment as she exited her family's campsite. Her walk was swift yet rigid as if trying to contain all the irritation she felt.
Once Frazie was far enough away from Donatella and fully out of earshot she let out a frustrated groan. Why did this all have to be so difficult? Her Mom was never going to understand. There was no way she’d get the chance to stay at this rate. Just as Frazie began to round the corner coming up to the bridge that led toward the questionable area’s parking lot, she noticed a familiar face. Dion, hands in his pockets, walked towards her kicking the dirt as he went.
"Hey, where the heck did you run off to earlier?" Frazie called out to her older brother. At the sound of his name, Dion looked up from the ground he had been staring at. His face was contorted into a mix of a scowl and worry. What happened after he ran off earlier? Frazie thought back, Dion had been fine that morning. Yeah, moody like he tended to be but, it wasn’t this bad. However, Dion soon dropped his expression for one that was more neutral but, his attitude still remained.
"Why the hell do you care? That's none of your business." Dion retorted, now standing in front of his sister. Dion had been wandering around the campgrounds for the majority of the day. Having let Raz go on ahead after their conversation that morning. To be honest, their conversation and his sudden display of powers had been the only thing on his mind since then. Even if their conversation had been more helpful than he would let on. That hadn’t changed his myriad of emotions towards his new powers and his overall anger towards the situation. So, being grilled by Frazie was the last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment.
"Well to be honest I don't. But, Mom's gonna be real upset when you get back to camp." Frazie crossed her arms, she gave Dion a look of annoyance. Why was he always so stubborn?
"Pfft whatever, a bit of missed practice isn't gonna be the end of the world. The show’s still happening this weekend.”
The Weekend… the thought of it still bothered Frazie to no end.
Ugh the weekend is way too soon. I swear if Dion makes convincing Mom to stay any harder!!… Frazie thought to herself.
Dion shook his head as if trying to shake the intrusive thought from his mind. He had been picking up others' thoughts all day at this point and it was worse than the day or so prior. Another reason why he didn't want to come back to camp right away. His family always tended to be high energy and loud, their thoughts were quite the same. Overwhelming.
Even still it sounded like his sister had her own set of plans. It seemed like she was adamant about sticking around the cruddy place. The times his sister had gone to talk to their Mom that morning was something Dion had noticed earlier. But, at the time he couldn’t care less about what the conversation had been about. Though now it all made sense. But, that still didn’t explain her reasoning as to why she wanted to stay.
"Not like you would care, you've been trying to beg Mom all day to postpone the show. What's up with that anyway?" Dion accused, trying to goad his sister into spilling why she wanted to stay in the first place. What was even here that was so worth her time?
"I mean what's so wrong with wanting to stick around for a bit… we just got here." Frazie’s voice wavered a bit, as she tried to deflect. However, it took her all but a second to realize what Dion was fully implying. "Hey...wait a minute, how did you know that?"
A sudden strike of fear coursed through Dion's veins as he realized he may have flown too close to the sun with his question. When Frazie was determined enough she had her ways of getting the answers she wanted. Perhaps a trait of being headstrong she inherited from their mother. She couldn't find out...
“B-because you make it SO, obvious Frazie.” Dion hoped that would be a good enough cover for the moment, “ and you still didn’t answer my question.” Frazie’s gaze towards Dion was skeptical. She wasn’t convinced it was as simple as that, that much was obvious. But, it seemed that getting more info out of him wasn’t going to happen.
“I-I mean what’s wrong with wanting to stay for a bit? Raz is planning on sticking around here shouldn’t we keep an eye on him?” While it wasn’t Frazie’s main reason to stay it at least still made sense. Telling Dion the real reason would just make things more complicated than they already were.
“And stay around all this psycho-nonsense? No thanks, Hell no!” Dion snapped back instantly.
“But, Dion the curse isn’t an issue anymore, aren’t you just a bit curious about all this psychic stuff?” Frazie questioned. Maybe she was asking for too much from her brother. Hoping that the week's events had sparked at least a bit of a new perspective for him. However, his answer dashed all of those hopes on the spot.
"Just look at this whole week, Frazie! It's been crazy ever since we got here. Heck, ever since Raz ran away. I don't blame Mom for wanting to high tail it outta here." This place was not one Dion wanted to stay around for long. He wouldn't have been surprised if being around all this psychic junk caused his powers to develop.
"Tsh, of course, you of all people would say that.” Frazie shook her head, pursing her lips in a thin line. Some things never change.
“Well am I wrong? Yeah sure we’re not “cursed”, But, That doesn't change the fact that technically the situation with Dad, the idea of us having a “curse” at all, wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't for the Psychonauts, to begin with!” Dion yelled, he was sick and tired of all this psychic trash being shoved in his face and hurting his family.
“Dion, you know it’s more complicated than that… not all psychics-” Frazie defended.
Dion snapped back before Frazie could finish her thought. “When did you become so into Psychic junk? What are you turning into Raz or something?” Dion sassed. First his brother, then his Dad, now his sister. Dion was shocked his sister was now falling for the psychic junk too. He'd had enough. Why couldn't things be normal? Why couldn't he be normal?
Frazie was about to respond, but Dion didn’t even give Frazie a millisecond to get a word in edgewise before he bellowed.
“You know what, don't even answer that. You guys can hang out reading tarot cards, or whatever the hell you weirdos do. Just leave me out of your fortune teller BS!” Every single one of Dion’s words stung like a slap in the face. She should be used to it by now, the feeling of inadequacy. Of an entire part of you being undesirable... Of being a psychic. Yet, here she was thinking even for a second that maybe things could change especially between them. Frazie knew now she was wrong.
At that moment Frazie's blood boiled. And in that instant, Dion could see a mix of emotions of disappointment and rage that he had not often seen so strong in her eyes. And it was his fault…
“That’s just so typical of you Dion, ‘fortune tellers are evil this, psychic's are freaks that’. Don’t you forget Dion that part of your family is psychic. But, then again I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ll never understand!” Frazie fumed, as she began to stomp away infuriated. It was best to leave before she said something she regretted. 
"I didn't mean it like THAT. I’d just rather not stick around all this psycho whatever business and I'm just saying...” Dion tried to double back, though he didn't fully believe the words out of his own mouth. Was he saying it just to save face?
"You've SAID enough Dion. I'm good!" With that, Frazie’s footsteps became more and more distant, as he stood alone, the only sounds filling the air being the rustling of the trees overhead, and the words of their argument, burned into his mind, still echoing.
Fraize's furious stomps had turned into lightning-quick footsteps as she began to run as far and fast as her feet could take her. Away from her dumb brother, away from her Mother’s dismissiveness, away from it all.
As she entered the questionable areas parking lot her footsteps slowed. The sting of her brother's words would not leave her mind no matter how much cool air hit her face. The sting had instead turned into a burn, seething and red hot. Much like her anger. The sweltering summer sun only added to it. She wondered how often Raz ever felt like this.
How often had she been the reason for it? Why was this getting to her now? Maybe because Frazie finally saw a chance that things could be different. She was starting to second guess herself. Eyeing a nearby pinecone Frazie let in a deep breath as she swiftly grabbed it. Her grip on it was almost tight enough to break it in half, and as quickly as she grabbed it. She threw it haphazardly letting out a guttural scream. Much of the annoyance, anger, and sadness she had gone along with it.
"Hey, watch it, you're gonna take someone's head off!"A voice exclaimed. Fraizes' eyes darted in the direction of the voice to see a tall figure with blue hair and a grey beanie ducking out of the way of the oncoming pinecone.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't notice you were there." Frazie clenched her teeth in embarrassment. Her cheeks reddened as she apologized, hoping the stranger in front of her wasn’t too irritated. How much had she seen of that anyway? However, ‘stranger’ might have not been the best word, something about her looked familiar.
"It's okay, just watch out next time mmk…" The person responded nonchalantly. If there were any hints of anger she was doing a good job hiding it. The person continued. "Hey, wait a second, aren’t you Pooters sister?"
"Yeah, I am?” Frazie responded, slightly caught off guard by the question. At that moment it finally clicked in Frazie's mind. “ Ooooh! You must be one of those interns he mentioned," It all made sense now, the person must have seen her outside the Motherlobe on the day her family first arrived. "Ha, I thought I was one of the only ones who called him that," Frazie snorted, giving a light chuckle.
"Well it just sorta stuck I guess.” The blue-haired person gave a shrug, “Anyway, What’s your name?”
Right… she didn’t even think to ask for her name. Well, she might as well introduce herself.
“Frazie,” Frazie answered her, she gave a small wave.
“Lizzie.” Lizzie simply responded as she gave a mock salute in Frazies direction. From even just these few minutes of talking Frazie was quick to notice the lackadaisical and chill air around her, as Lizzie leaned against the nearby car with her arms crossed.
“Sooo, what's with the pinecone chucking? If that's your way of juggling, um...I think you need to practice more. '' Lizzie asked, as she pointed behind herself in the direction of the thrown pinecone. Sure, Lizzie knew Raz’s family were in the circus so, she wouldn’t have been surprised if Frazie actually happened to be juggling. But, with the amount of passion and maybe anger put behind that throw, something told her it was more than just that.
“Well, usually when I’m practicing, I have more room,” Frazie said sarcastically, looking directly at Lizzie.
“But, it's nothing…. Just.. family stuff.” Frazie finished the last part of her sentence barely audible. Her mind once again filled with the words she exchanged with her brother earlier.
But, Lizzie was quick to pick up on it, she gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, I feel that. My older sister’s always getting on my last nerve. If there's one thing family can do is make you wanna rip your hair out.” Lizzie tugged at her hair for added emphasis and shook her head in annoyance at the thought. Lizzie had learned over the years to just brush off her sister's attitude. The less she cared the less it would get on her nerves, right?
At this point, it was just 'whatever' to her.
“Man, that's the understatement of the century.” Frazie couldn't help but also give a half-hearted laugh at the idea. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one.
"Like this one time, when we were younger,I was borrowing some clothes from my sister. Soon she comes stomping into my room all angry like 'why'd you take my shirt without asking!'." Lizzie said, mimicking her sister's voices as best she could.
"Though she'd done the same thing with my bracelet just a few days before. So,me being, well me, argued back that mom said I could borrow them." Lizzie absentmindedly began to walk as she continued to recall her story. Frazie soon fell into step alongside, following in stride.
"But, Norma being, as bossy as she is didn't relent. And she got sooo pissed that she accidentally caught all the clothes in our closet on fire! So, I had to spray freezing cold watery ice on the clothes…. Aaannnd her. The clothes were definitely a casualty. But, The look on her face was priceless. Serves her right."
"Heh, you think that's bad once my older brother Dion..." Frazie went on to regale her story soon
the two began to laugh as Frazie finished up her story. A Lot of Frazie's previous bad mood had drained away.
The infectious smile on Frazie's face was not lost on Lizzie.
For Frazie it was nice to know she wasn't the only one who dealt with obnoxious siblings. Before they knew it the two of them had wandered near the run-down funicular. Not even fully noticing where their feet had taken them. Too wrapped up in their exchange of stories.
Frazie thus hopped onto the now ascending funicular, swiftly grabbing hold of Lizzie’s hand and pulling her on before the vehicle moved too far away.
"Wow and I thought I had it bad." Lizzie couldn’t help but snicker. She couldn’t help but wonder what embarrassing stories Frazie might have had on Raz. Sure, they were on slightly better terms, but it didn’t mean the thought of it couldn’t be funny, right?
"Yeah, I guess it is what it is. I mean even just earlier we argued." Frazie’s previous smile began to drop. “I just wish he’d stop being so thick-headed.” She continued in barely a whisper. The feelings from earlier began to flood back.
“Well that's siblings for you I guess.” Lizzie couldn’t help but suspect that her older brother played a part in Frazie’s earlier pinecone throwing fit. Not that she hadn’t dealt with sibling squabbles in the past. Heck, if she had a penny for every time she and Norma got into an argument… Norma always had a pension for assuming she knew best. There had been plenty of times where her unwarranted meddling had gotten them in trouble. And times when Lizzie got the brunt of the punishment too.
Probably because of how easy it tended to be for Norma to get on others' good side, especially with adults. Maybe it was her being the oldest or, because of how convincing that fake smile she put on could be. Either way, it had always been one quality of her sister that annoyed Lizzie to no end.
Even still, how bad could the fight have been? Especially, with how upset Frazie looked and it seemed that look was coming back.
"Man this thing moves slow, and they call this thing a FUNicular. Not much fun about it." Lizzie jested in her ever-present sarcastic tone, as she tried and maybe failed to alleviate the mood.
Frazie thought for a moment, she knew from what Raz mentioned in passing that Lizzie had already been an intern at the Motherlobe. A portion of her was tempted to ask the goth about it. However, Frazie couldn't shake the unease she felt when bringing up the subject at that point. Likely it was just her being so used to not talking about such topics.
But, If she was going to get any answers on what it was like it would be best to get it from a direct source. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" Frazie asked.
"Go ahead, shoot," Lizzie answered back.
"What was it like in the internship program?" Frazie questioned, nervous yet curious to get her answer.
“To be honest I spent a lot of my time trying to capture an animal for Agent Boole. But, it was chill I guess, minus the last day or so that is. Though I doubt most interns get an experience like that.” Lizzie gave off a laugh at that last part.“To me, Forsyth was a bit too uptight at first though. Why do ya ask?" She finished looking expectantly towards the pigtailed acrobat next to her.
Frazie's first instinct was to hesitate in answering the question. She'd not talked about psychic-related things outside of her family before, let alone her own PSI powers. And Within her own family, it had been frowned upon for years. Sure, Lizzie seemed fine, if not a tad bit off-putting at first with her cold exterior. But, as they talked Frazie began to warm up to the tattooed teen. However, it would be nice to talk about it with someone who might understand. So, Frazie took a breath and answered. “I mean Raz sorta suggested I join the program. So, I was kinda curious to hear what it was like from someone else.”
“I mean, why not join, I guess? If you're into that kinda stuff." Lizzie probed as she gave a shrug.
“Ha, if only it was that easy.” Frazie's laugh was dry yet harsh sounding, a bit too loud, and a bit too painful. She immediately stopped herself before she could make her true feelings too obvious.
“Why, is it that hard? I mean I know there’s a stupid entrance exam but...” Lizzie questioned, confused.
“Mmm, it's just my parents, well more like my Mom. My family wasn't really ever into the whole Psychonauts psychic thing, to begin with, and now that we're probably leaving, well...” Frazie admitted, letting out an annoyed sigh.
This caught Lizzie off guard. With how gung ho Raz always seemed about the Psychonauts, she'd never have thought that his parents would be against that kind of thing. Not that it was uncommon to hear of families who had disdained for the parts of their family who were psychic. Parents who didn't care to acknowledge their own kids' psychic abilities. Even she had dealt with her own fair share of outside psychic prejudice here and there. But, it was part of the territory she surmised.
It was best to not let them see it got to you…
What was Lizzie to do? People were, people, and some acted stupidly when it came to things they didn't understand. Things that they were scared of.
Though, it still sucked to know that even Raz's family had those issues, it was all stupid in her mind. If Frazie wanted to try becoming an intern it should be her choice.
“Why are you letting that stop you?” Lizzie asserted. “If I were you I’d do it anyway. I mean it's your life, you should decide! ” She raised her fist in confidence, giving boldness to her statement.
“Yeah, it should be!” Fraize exclaimed back. With more determination in her voice.
However, the determination soon dissipated and Frazie’s mind instantly went to all the consequences that would likely happen if she did. Though Raz had been forgiven by some of his family for his actions. It still wasn't easy, and it didn't change how everyone in the family felt about his choice. She didn't want to 'break their families heart' as he did.
“But, I don't want to make Mom more upset than she already was with-.” Frazie stopped herself short of finishing the sentence. It was best not to drag Raz into the conversation.
Though Lizzie was able to piece two and two together.
“She just needs some convincing,” Lizzie suggested. It really seemed that Frazie needed a way to get her family to rethink their decision.
“Maybe... If you can prove to your family and your Mom this place isn't so bad?” Lizzie suggested.
“I don’t know, I've been trying that and I can't think of anything else to do?” Frazie conceded.
The gears in Lizzie's head turned when an idea came to mind. “Hey how about you come hang with me and some friends tomorrow, we were planning to hang out anyway before we get swamped with junior Psychonauts stuff. Maybe we could show you around?” She suggested, maybe if Fraize's family could see that the people working there weren't the literal worst, their minds might be changed.
In an instant, Frazie's eyes lit up. “Yeah, that be great! Plus if I could explain more to Mom that might be able to convince her!” Frazie bubbled as she grabbed Lizzies hands in excitement. Having moved around a lot it was rare for Frazie to be invited to hang out with others her age. Lizzie had been cool to talk to this entire time, so being able to hang out with the rest of the junior Psychonauts could be fun.
“Thanks, Lizzie,” Frazie smiled, as she thanked the blue-haired girl.
With the giddiness energy Frazie gave off Lizzie couldn't help but smile back at the acrobat's excitement.
“No prob, Frazie.” Lizzie responded while putting up two-finger guns.
The funicular finally came to a small stop once again at the bottom of the hill. The two hopped off as it began again in the opposite direction.
With the lull in their conversation, Lizzie finally remembered what she was in the questionable area to do in the first place. She was supposed to meet with Sam at the Lumberstack diner! "Aw crud, I better get back to meet with my friend Sam. I gotta make sure she isn't terrorizing the animals too much.” Lizzie snickered, leaving Frazie to wonder what she was implying.
“Right... I better get back to acrobat practice!" While it was true that she had to get back to practice so she wouldn’t have to deal with her Mom’s disappointment. She really didn't want their time together to end. It had been really… nice. But, she could always look forward to tomorrow.
"See you later?” Frazie said. It was more of a question than a statement. For fear of her invitation being pulled away.
"See ya later.” Lizzie returned, as waved to Frazie who was walking away in the opposite direction.
Quelling Frazie’s worry and leaving Frazie excited for what would happen in the following day.
A hefty gust of wind blew, as Lizzie turned around once more to look in the direction that Frazie had been walking in. She was now out of sight. However, that was when Lizzie saw what looked to be the feathers that had been in Frazie's hair lying on the ground. She swiftly went to pick them up before another gust could blow them further. Maybe she could return them later in the day. It looked like Lizzie would be seeing her sooner than expected.
For now, Frazie would have to go back to the Caravan and deal with practice, annoying brothers, and a parent who for lack of a better word, didn't understand.
But, at least she could look forward to tomorrow.
When she'd be able to hang out with 'that girl'.