Hjordis sulked in her mother's car, idling in the parking lot with air conditioning at full blast and snarky replies on her lips to every one of her mother's questions. The woman had perfected the art of the pity-me-guilt-trip, as if she had any problem other than being late to her book club to drive her to group. Please.

"You took your medicine this morning, right? You know what it does to me when you forget..." The bitch always had to make it about her.

"Yes, mom, obviously." 

"Are you going to be alright?"

"Yes, mom, obviously." Hjordis glared at the woman for a few moments before throwing open the car door and stalking towards the entrance, gravel making its signature crushing sound underneath her white shoes. The typical middle class silver minivan pulled up, her mother sticking her head out.

"Call me if you need anything, okay? I get worried." [i]Jesus Christ, she's at it again.[/i]

"Will do, mom." Hjordis replied, sarcastic as ever as her hand pawed at the pocket in the too short shorts holding her smartphone. "My phone's right here, where I put it 30 seconds ago when I got out of the car." She ignored however her mother's reply and walked into the completely nondescript building, ready to turn around and leave at the slightest provocation. She had already seen other people enter, and she was prepared to hate any and all of them if she had to.