Sitting in my car, twisted around all cattywompus, with my laptop perched half on my lap and half on my arm rest while the rain pours outside. The hotness of my breath and the steam from my venti drip — half hot water with room for extra cream, please — makes the air uncomfortable for me to breathe. I WOULD be sitting IN that Starbucks enjoying the free ventilation and wi-fi, but every stinking seat was taken by some punk kid trying to look cool by sitting around drinking grownup coffee and TAKING UP SPACE. Granted, if those cool-looking punks hadn’t beat me in the door, I’D be the one sitting there taking up space, but that’s beside the point. I’m aggravated.

Every Tuesday, Emma Kelly has art class for one hour. I had it all planned out how I was going to take my laptop into Starbucks and sit there sipping coffee and clicking away on my keyboard like I meant serious business. SEE MORE FROM KELLIE