“Is there a way to do work-study? My wife is right, Hana is not a gardener, and she won’t do anything she doesn’t want to do,” my stepfather said, caving in.
“Absolutely not. Rules are rules. She’s either a gardener or nothing. You can’t just cave in because of a tantrum,” I heard my grandmother say, as she and the rest of the family walked in.
“Then I’m nothing, simple. I will sit around all day and wait for the portal to open, so I can take my ass back over to the human realm and finish my schoolwork because, despite what your stupid test said, I’m a doctor. I knew I was a doctor since I was a kid. I loved going to the hospital with my mom, she’d call me her little helper and when I helped save that man’s life I knew that it was my calling, so f**k your test. f**k gardening. f**k this
