Then(Ten Years Ago)Edita few weeks after Rachel moved to Los Angelos at age seven*
Rachel: *runs into the house; slams the door shut, panting heavilly*
Mom: Good Heavens, what on Earth happened?
Rachel: I got jumped... By these dudes... The threw garbage and rocks at me... *sniffles*
Mom: Well, I say we go out there and give 'em what for!
Rachel: No, Mom, I'm not going back out there!
Mom: But they're out there now! What will they think when you just back off like that?
Rachel: I don't really care, Mom. *blood drips from a cut on forehead*
Mom: Oh, dear! You're bleeding! I'll get you a band-aid!
Rachel: NO, MOM, I DON'T WANT A BAND-AID!
Mom: Indoor voice, young lady. Do you want flaming skulls?
Mom: *puts a band-aid on her forehead*
Rachel: *face burns red* MOM, I LOOK FUCKING STUPID!
Mom: Language, missy! Now, what did I teach you about cursing?
Rachel: *bitterly* Not a whole lot.
Mom: Oh. Right. I'm sorry, Rachel. I love you. *huggles*
Rachel: *sigh* I love you, too, Mom. *huggles back*