aG: I ain’t in the mood, Amp—
aG: Oh, it’s Kreug… uh… the kid.
aG: Callie, right?
aG: Where’s your mom and dad? Should you 8e running around outside alone? What if some perv sn8tches you?
aG: I have no idea what you’re saying with that gesture, is that “My parents are 8oth 8eing savaged 8y St. Lo8af’s pet tigers,” or…?
aG: Paperwork? Is that… Paperwork? Yes? They’re fillin’ out a 8uttload of forms in there, aren’t they? UGH!!!!!!!!
aG: So you DO make noises under that thing!
aG: What are you, like, seven?
aG: 8???????? Goddamn. That’s waaaaaaaay too fuckin’ young to 8e coming here. They treat you okay?
aG: Haha, no, I get it. Same here, sometimes good, sometimes 8ad. 8et you wish you could run for it sometimes, huh?
aG: Me too. Like right now, all I want to do is 8low this popsicle stand. Sneak out in the middle of the night, steal 8ack my N8ghthawk if Ricky hasn’t sold it yet, and just hit that freeway. I’d 8e in North Dakota 8efore anyone even knew I was gone. 8ye 8ye, cows, hello slightly fewer cows and more mean-ass rednecks. You know? Just say screw it to this whole place and every8ody in it, the meddling doctors and jerky exes too. They can all 8ite me!
aG: No, I’m serious! I 8et you got it easy ‘cause you’re so little. Me, they push around.
aG: Well, no. That ain’t true, exactly, more like an exaggeration. Not all the time, they’re not… Look, I’m in a shitty mood, okay? I had a 8ad day. 8ut I 8et you got it worse than me. I can still run my fu— my damn mouth a8out it to 8low off steam! You gotta stop and write it all down or draw pictures.
aG: I used to get through the 8ad days 8y going out to smoke and think a8out running away. Just going for it. That’s what would get me through. 8ut you know what they did today, kid? They took my smokes! Look, they give us this shitty gum instead. It tastes like ass. It’s supposed to help you quit. Ha!
aG: Oho! School propaganda machine got to you already? 8et you drew a really kickin’ rad poster sayin’ SMOKE IS A JOKE and got it put up in the hallway.
aG: Hell, I’m not teasing, we did ‘em too. Mine had Jesus on it telling people to a8stain, for God’s sake. A8STAIN!!!!!!!!
aG: It means not to do fun stuff, 8ut it’s, like… a special fancy way to say it to make people feel extra 8ad. I really liked that word when I was your age, for some dum8 reason.
aG: What a crock, though, all it did was trick me into 8laming myself for everything 8ad that happened.
aG: Aw, you know. Like how life isn’t fair to kids sometimes? Like, extra unfair, even, ‘cause we’re girls? And you feel like you just can’t catch a 8reak?
aG: Yeah, I 8et you do. You 8n’t no dummy, are you?
aG: Good!!!!!!!! 8ecause you gotta stay sharp. Sharper than every8ody. That’s how you come out on top with the chumps. Don’t fu— don’t mess that up. Don’t 8lame yourself for shit other people do, not ever! You got that?
aG: Smart girl. Gimme five.
aG: Hey, you wanna come with me, Callie? I don’t got a helmet small enough for a midget 8ut we could pro8a8ly find one. Keep that masky thing on, you won’t even get 8ugs in your teeth.
aG: We’ll 8eat up all the sucky 8oys and rednecks and send postcards 8ack here showin’ everyone what a gr8 time we’re having on the road. You and me, the Terrors of the North. You can 8e the Green Snake, I’ll 8e the 8lue Spider. Whaddya say?
aG: Hells yes!!!!!!!!
aG: Whoops, that’s your mama calling. 8etter get 8ack there 8efore she comes lookin’ for you.
aG: Shake hands? Jeez, you’re polite for 8.
aG: Something on my shirt? What? What are you pointing at?
aG: Vriska. I’m Vriska. I live here. May8e I’ll catch you next time you come by.
aG: Okay, yeah, cool. Nice talkin’ with you, Callie. Stay in school! Don’t do drugs!
aG: Nice kid.