Author's Note: Watched a disturbing documentary today at school about women who tried to escape flames from a burning sweatshop and fell to their deaths eight stories down. It was… utterly disturbing.
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Day Thirty-One: 6:49 PM. Location: On bed, slowly nudging Mr. Snuffles off the edge to see if he would really land on his feet.
Two rather odd things happened today. One, being that Grandma's trial is in three months, two days, and fourteen hours, and about fifteen minutes away, I'm extremely… calm? Collected? Cool as a cucumber? Officer Jade says I'm just in shock.
Shock my ass. It's guilt. Stupid blonde can't see that excessive sweating, chewed fingernails, and darting eyes leads to one key emotion. You can bet your ass it's not shock.
The second shock is…
TSENG HAS A SISTER!
And she's HOT!
Apparently… she's estranged after a fight with their parents. They're extremely distant, and he doesn't even remember her new last name. Heck, he doesn't even remember her new one.
She came to talk with Tseng because she needed a bodyguard. Some weird guy's been stalking her for weeks.
And guess who Tseng assigned!
Rude.
Nah, it was me. I mentally did a happy dance and thanked the seven water nymphs that play in the pool of God's happy little forest. Sorry, insane randomness right there.
So, I'm going to live with her until the stalker problem is sorted out. God, she's hot.
Was her name that weird she changed it?
I'm trying to think of bad names. Tsengerina. Tsengelle. Tsengizabeth? Tsenge?
I'm lost in thoughts.