reproze

 This was what I said to my mother when we were cut in line at the DMV, to which she sighed and said, "Do you always have to be so dramatic?" "How would you define an enemy?" I retorted smugly, "If not someone who enters you into a battle.... of will? Who forces you to stand in fortitude?" "I don't think you're using that word right," she said, calmly grabbing a new ticket. "And anyway, I think we're still up next." Who even skips the line at the DMV, anyway? I return to my internal fuming, staring intently at the backs of the otherwise oblivious recipients of my ire. "You'll be seeing me on the battlefields," I mutter. "Juuuust you wait-" And then, of course, our new number gets called. "Alright, drama queen," Mom tuts, "Let's go."