“Lunch break!” Ivy yelled behind her back as she slammed the front door. **It was like any other morning for Danny as he dodged past people and ra...ed across the street. He had just moved in from Canada and into the bustling city of San Francisco. It was unlike what he had seen in those American movies with the heated beaches and the endless palm trees. Upon arriving to San Francisco, he only saw a polluted sea and an ocean of buildings rather than trees. Nevertheless, he was still enthusiastic. But still it's like well different. I don't know.Sometime after New Year's, I am just months away from my thirteenth birthday and dad is driving me to school again. God, it is so easy to get him to do this. Anyway, he starts talking about some of my bad moods I have been having. I don't want to talk to him about them because some of them are about him and the others are stuff I just don't want to talk about. So I tell him nothing is wrong. And he says: Look, I know a little about girls your. I couldn't believe it. My skinlooked like a woman's. I rummaged through the drawer in the kitchen andgrabbed the tape measure. I found a pencil and backed up to a wall andmade a mark on the wall at the top of my head. I measured it and it wasonly sixty eight and a half inches. I was seventy two inches lastnight. I pulled on a pair of underwear and my jeans and tee shirt. Iput on my tennis shoes and ran next door to retrieve the phone numbers.On my way there my shoe came off and I left it lay in. I stepped into the door and he said it was best if we talked in the bedroom he and his wife shared. I agreeed and followed him up the stairs. He showed me into his room and I sat down on the edge of his bed.I started trying to make small talk, he only really responded with short sharp answers. I didn't feel like he had any interest in taking but I carried on trying until finally he turned to me cutting me off mid sentence and said 'what will it take to get you to shut the fuck up?' I was a.