Kiri wanted to go back, to when she was younger. Practice more in essential things she missed out on as a kid. she wasn't ready for life, she had realized about a week ago. She would fail, certainly. She never had really had faith in mediums and such, but she wished that a ghost or some other random thing would transfer back in time. Here she was, on a unfamiliar road expected to go to college and give up her life as a beautician. She was ready to go back and find where her life had reached a pothole in her road of life, tripped, fell, and turned everything upside down. She was confused, and hurt, and was really, willing to restart her life. She was, currently, in no position to complain, however. Her mom was droning on and on and on about something, telling her to eat her veggies and rice, every thing, in general. She sighed, and prodded gingerly at her rice with her spoon, suddenly changed her mind when her mother shot her a glare, and dug in.