“Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me— although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them.”

“What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing! Nothing! Relax, it’s fine.”

It was not fine. But I am quite a convincing liar, if I do say so myself.

“You could not be less convincing.”

Hmm. Maybe my skills work better when they’re not over the phone.

I wiggled and kicked my legs in vain, still incredibly stuck. In what, you ask? A chain link fence! I figured it would be fun to investigate the abandoned factory by my house, and I was right. It was wicked in there, a bunch of rusted metal and broken down machinery. It was like a museum exhibit just for me. Unfortunately, my coat got caught on the broken fence links when I was leaving, and I really didn’t want to rip it, and one of my arms was trapped.

“I’m stuck.”

“I figured,” Vi said, rolling her eyes so hard I could hear it through the phone speaker.

“Are you going to help or not?” I demanded, glaring at my phone.

“Oh I will!” she said, and I sighed in relief. “Eventually.”

“Eventually???”

“I have plans, it’s not my fault that happens to conflict with your idiot predicament.”

“Vi!” I pleaded. She laughed.

“Maybe this’ll teach you to avoid the tricky situations next time, huh?”

“Come on!”

“See you in an hour, idiot! Have fun!” She laughed again, and hung up on me. I squawked in offense, wriggling against the fence more aggressively.

This was the last time I was calling her for help.

…

No it wasn’t. She was the only one who could drive.