"Mark, what the fuck! Talk about anger issues!" I got really sassy for a couple of seconds.
"Come on, Jack, I know where she's going, Anna's headed to her dead friend. That crazy girl doesn't know what's out there!" Mark was now smarter than me. It's not surprising, though, is it?
"I seem to vividly remember why she hit you, too!" I said as Mark raised one eye brow. "The last things she probably remembered was her anger from us laughing at her independence." I made quote marks with my fingers when I said 'Independence.'
"Oh, yes, now I remember. Come on Jack, let's go find that crazy girl." Mark was too enthusiastic for what had just happened to him just now.
"Aww, do we have to? These beds are really comfy!" I tried to stay a little longer.
"Only if you're willing to explain to Anna's parents about why she's dead…" Mark had a serious look on his face as he said this. I sighed.
"Oh, ok, Mark. You have a point…" I sighed again.
"Well we'd better get going! Onwards Jack!" Mark began to walk out of the door and I quickly followed. Then I remembered what Anna said and made us commit to. 'Could you not tell them that I'm a girl, please? If you don't mind I want to feel and generally be special or mysterious for once.' I reminded Mark as we turned a corner.