"Don't sound so judgy." Chastising, my friend I roll my eyes in annoyance at how he judges the shack. Is it beautiful, no. But it was the place that kept me safe here in the Slums after nights of sleeping in a dark corner shivering.
"Judgy?" Glaring at Sky as he scoffs at me, I stop momentarily to point my finger into his chest.
"Yes, judgy. It's a word."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Says who?"
"Me, the Princess, duh." This earns me an eye roll and an exaggerated sigh from him as the two of us argue all the way to the back door about whether or not "judgy" is a word.
"Why not use the front door?" Mid argument Sky points to the front door that we walk past, his steps slowing as he falls behind me.
"Because I boarded it up when I found this place." Rolling my eyes at his at
