<strong>Maria Park</strong>(2008, age: 16)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br/><hr/><br/>"Sure, could you get me the salt and pasta? I think there should be a pack that's already opened," Maria replied as she turned on the stove and got a big pot out of a cupboard, which she then filled with the appropriate amount of water and set on the stove with a lid on it. "Oh and you can check the fridge for whatever kind of sauce you want, I think there's a few kinds."<br/><br/>Without much else to do until the water started boiling, Maria sighed and leaned back again the counter top. "I had the<em>worst</em>philosophy class today. The darn teacher is so obsessed with Descartes, you're not even allowed to do anything but agree and recite everything that he said word for word or he'll fail you. It's such a waste of time, I almost feel like not going anymore, you know? How are your teachers, any better?"