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I can transfer you

after the holidays.

Does that sound good?

- No.

- No?

No.

I don't wanna change

schools, Mom.

Why don't you just let me

get my license?

I can drive myself down.

When you can afford

your own car

and learn to drive,

absolutely.

Well, when are you gonna

let me do that?

It's like your way

of controlling me.

I really don't wanna fight

with you today.

Would you be happy

finishing the school year

and then transfer

next year?

I will drive you

in the morning

pick you up after school.

Take it or leave it.

[instrumental music]

You have everything?

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Lunch? Okay.

- Yup.

I'll be right here

after school, okay?

Okay.

[music continues]

[Leah chuckles]

- Oh. F***.

- What?

My mom's waiting for me.

Well, we'll see you

this weekend, right?

We're going to that, like,

stupid carnival thing.

No, I have to be

up north with her.

Sh*t, that's too bad.

Okay. Cool, see you later.

See ya.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

F***.

Hey, kiddo,

how was your day?

Great.

[engine revving]

And you shouldn't

call me that either.

Well, that's how

you're acting.

Hey! Get down here,

right now!

What?

You know, you better start

respecting me or...

Or what, you're gonna

uproot my life?

God, you are acting

like such a brat!

Oh, how else am I supposed

to act, Mom?

You know, I am driving over

two f***in' hours a day

so you can be

with your stupid friends

- and that is not enough for you!

- Don't call them stupid.

- Come here! Come here!

- What?

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

- F***in' don't touch me.

- Give me your hand.

What is this?

A pentagram. Oh!

You wanna be a Manson

chick or something.

It's ridiculous.

Ever since

your father died

you've been

into that occult crap.

It makes me feel better!

- And my friends...

- Your friends?

Your friends are losers,

Leah,

like you're becoming.

I give up. I give up.

Oh, you give up?

Moving on is impossible

with you.

Every time I look at you,

I see your father's face.

God, I wish I could

just wipe it off.

[sighs]

[sobbing]

[intense music]

F***. F***. F***.

F***. F***. F***.

[sobbing]

[screams]

I wish you were dead!

[sobbing]

[intense music]

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

[laptop keys clacking]

[intense music]

[thudding]

Darkness, I charge you

with this sign

mother in the night

are mine.

I teach you the mysteries

of rebirth.

...upon you brought

by... seeds.

Hear with my ears

and speak with my tongue.

I invite you to come.

Drawn by the heart

and the head..

Five points

to this fellowship.

I bring you

ecstasy and rebirth..

From me they come

and to me they go.

...mother in the night

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