Not everything in Maple Heights has to be bad, though. I'm playing an online game called Gates to Heaven where I met this interesting person that goes by the name of Sherezade. It's the closest thing to talking to Martin, bar actually talking to him. Except Sherezade won't try talking to me into talking to Vee, because she doesn't know Vee to begin with. And I just told her about my "fight" with Mom. She's not impressed.

Sherezade: Childish, wasteful, and stupid.

Freekey: I thought you'd be with me on this one.

Sherezade: Well, I'm not.

Sherezade: Being hotheaded and rash only broke your phone, and made your parents even more adamant against getting whatever toy you want.

Freekey: I don't want any toy.

Sherezade: I don't care what you want, that's not how you'll get it. It takes a couple brain cells to know that.

Freekey: Then what do you think I should do?

Sherezade: Have you tried asking them nicely?

Freekey: No chance in hell I'm doing that.

Sherezade: Well, that's your conundrum. You're making things harder on yourself being that way.

Sherezade: And in the end, you'll only end up being miserable.

She's right, except I already feel miserable. I've been feeling that way even before boarding that stupid plane. I know Sherezade is right about this, but my parents don't deserve anything good, less even from me. It may get me nothing in the end, but I'm not going to be the one bending my arm. I won't be giving them the satisfaction. I rather die consumed by my own anger.