Ramona was the type of girl who would come to your house uninvited when you were just deciding the day was boring. She had a spunkiness that always cheered you up, even if she wasn't the best at jokes. Her home was never set, even though she was merely fourteen. Living with no parents, she'd dine with somebody different every day, the expenses falling solely on the other. None of her friends minded. She wouldn't go on if not for small leniencies in food and supplies. She and Mason, a boy around her age, were as close as friends could be. While they didn't have all the same experiences, the day would always start with Ramona knocking on Mason's front door. They'd have omelets together at the cheap diner down the street, always one paid and one on the house, and talk about the future. Their future seemed limited to their small neighborhood, even if they liked to imagine that it wasn't. They yearned to reach grandiose heights, perhaps being a doctor or lawyer, as seemed to be the limit of grandiosity.