The year my teenager became an actual human.

‘The beast stomped down the hallway, its bedroom door thrown open so hard, it hit the wall(or it would have had a rubber stopper not been applied for such occurrences). In the kitchen, the family inhaled a collective breath. The mother greeted the beast by its former name, frightened to illicit the wrong reaction this early in the day. The beast was known to be at her worst on waking. Read More