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Bella sits out, this year as every year, from gym class. It's just asking for a lawsuit. She does stretches and crunches and push-ups in the corner.
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pandion
"I would totally hand Bella a genie if I had one," Andi adds loyally.
Eventually lunch ends. Off go the girls.
Bella sits out of gym as usual; today she has little weights she's holding while she does her crunches.
Bella sits out of gym as usual; today she has little weights she's holding while she does her crunches.
"It's not a big deal. If you ever find a bottled genie give me another shot at earning your approval for genie-use, yeah? It's moot otherwise."
The bell rings; Bella shelves the weights and folds up the mat.
"My dad used to like that I wanted to do something important. Never patronized me about it. Lately he seems to think it's about time I outgrew it, or something. Like it was only ever cute and now I'm too old to be cute."
"My dad used to like that I wanted to do something important. Never patronized me about it. Lately he seems to think it's about time I outgrew it, or something. Like it was only ever cute and now I'm too old to be cute."
"Yeah. Renée is still normal about it and we live with her most of the time," shrugs Bella.
aeskhyne
"I think it's nice that you want to do something important," he says. "Like it's nice that you get along with your sister."
"You just aren't convinced I know the difference between curing cancer and military dictatorship, or something."
"Do you have an example in mind or are you just cynical beyond your years?"
aeskhyne
"I am so fucking cynical, you don't even know," says Trouble. "I could win world fucking championships of cynical."
"You are probably not cynical enough if you think you could beat seven billion people at cynicism."