
“Honey, I’m worried about Renee. Her first year of high school has just been a complete disaster: She never looks happy, she doesn’t care at all about her appearance, I have to fight tooth and nail just to get her to wash her hair! Kids make fun of her, honey. They’re merciless at this age.”

“I think, maybe, we should pull her out of public school and maybe send her to a Jacoban Girls Academy like my mother went to. They have programs for troubled girls and I really feel like it could help her.”

“Angie, Renee is fine. She doesn’t need some uptight, snobby Jacoban indoctrination prison to succeed.”
“Then what about therapy?”

“That’s an even worse idea! They’ll put her on drugs or send her away! There is nothing wrong with our daughter!”

“We both heard her crying last night, honey. We need to do something!”

“You know what? I’d rather not discuss this further.”

“Ugh! Dustin!”














