the electricity kept flashing and my father was screaming at me to shut up , but i wasnt saying anything . no the thought just popped up into my head . `` you 're not collapsing anything of mine , '' said wacker . and it 's obvious she was right . '' she drew out a handful of papers . i finger comb my unruly , curly hair and open the door . afterwards , covered in a sticky brown mess , she looked like shed done just that . 