Trite, but true: no one was the boss of her. Never had been. Never would be. Even as a child, she'd resisted her mother's gentle prompting, her father's exasperated commands. At school, she'd basically ignored her teachers, and if she'd spent a lot of time in dentention, it hadn't bothered her. Sure, she didn't have many friends, was branded a troublemaker; maybe they used words like 'sociopath' because she didn't follow EVERY social norm, but at least she was her own person... her thoughts floated away, peacefully, as she sailed the waterproof mattress, drifting on the Thorazine-induced sea.