"I don't know." She reaches over to pass the joint back to him again. "I think part of me thought that it was doing something I wanted to do rather than Dad forcing me to do it, it might have been better."

But it wasn't. Because she was still using the same tricks, rumoring her way into the best circles, giving herself all the parts she wanted. No one was her friend because they wanted to be her friend.

Even her husband and daughter weren't real on some levels.

"But it was all the same. Me forcing the world to bend to me instead of me bending to the world."