"She's a little...uh...strange, I guess is the word."
'That lady is a moron, plain and simple. is the only thought that crosses Vjara's mind as she half listens to the old wench talk. 'She was so happy when he said he wanted his relation back, but now she's almost trying to talk him out of it. What a dolt!'
13 year old Vjara relaxed back into the couch with a sigh. It didn't matter to her who she was with; all adults were the same in the end anyway. Unless this relation of hers who didn't know of her existence until three days ago was insanely rich or just didn't care, it was just trading one cage for another and learning how to hide her secret from another adult, not like that was ever a big challenge.
The woman hung up the phone. "Well, Vjara, he wants you, so you're going!"
Vjara just popped another bubble with her blue chewing gum and removed one of her headphones from her ear. "Going where?" she drawled.
The lady smiled brightly, as if it was the happiest day of her life.
'It probably is' Vjara mused. 'She's getting rid of strange me.'
The lady started to walk away. "Wisconsin."
