Again, you and your father were arguing for futile reasons, he was complaining about you coming back late from parties, while you, at the height of your 16 years, thought it was a huge waste of time. You were one step away from leaving home and now you would have to listen to him talk and talk in your ear without saying a single word in protest.

"...Kyla Gold, are you listening to me?" Wilbur asked, clearly irritated, with his arms crossed as he looked over at you.