Walking home under the blazing mid-morning sun while I'm this pissed off is miserable.

Daniel is a sore in my ass.

I want to turn around, march back to that log house, and bite his pathetic dick right off.

Even the cucumber sitting in my bag feels like a burden. Everything pisses me off-especially the sun beating down on my skin.

A horn honks behind me.

I keep walking.

I'm hugging the shoulder of the road, so whoever is jamming their thumb against the horn can go straight to hell.

It honks again. Then a third time.

I spin around, ready to scream at whoever it is, but the words...