" How would you know,” Picket shouted, “how it feels to lose those you love most? I’m sick of your charming, stuck-up attitude and your ‘lad’ this and your ‘lad’ that. I’m not a kid anymore. I don’t need permission from you to think or talk. I don’t like you, and I don’t want to hear you talking to me like I’m a little child. "

― S.D. Smith , The Green Ember (The Green Ember, #1)