Exile

I've been exiled to a measly curb by my selfish rich aunt. Her exact words were "Well if she's not going to eat then just tell her to go somewhere else." I don't really like noodles, so I don't exactly want to eat here. I kind of wanted a grilled chicken Caesar salad or something, but whatever. I was just going to sit with them and drink water like I usually do, but I guess that's not allowed. Okay, well I'm very comfortable on my dirty curb outside thank you very much.