"Yea," Drea said. "It's my guest room, but I'm not expecting anyone... well, anyone else... this summer." She slung my suitcase, the smaller one that she'd rolled in, onto the bed before turning back to me. "You know, Cassie, I work alot. Nights, weekends. I travel, sometimes on short notice. My job is very demanding. You're welcome to stay here, but don't expect much from me. I won't be taking you to the mall or movies or... whatever it is, you know, kids like you like to do. You'll be pretty much on your own."--- It's obvious that Drea has no clue what she's doing. She doesn't have the slightest clue what it takes to take care of a child who needs it.

Random extra fact for you guys: I love Pokemon.