[SIGHS.] Well, what do we got? Do we even got anything? [He draws a breath, and.]
Okay, I'm seventeen, technically, a human, hopefully less technically, my best friend is a werewolf, an idiot and a hopeless optimist and he'd be totally lost without me. Uh, my dad's the Sheriff and my mom's dead and I have no idea what I want to do when I graduate. If I graduate. Probably law enforcement or psychology. Or both, I mean, that's an option, too.
[Take your pick. Anything sound in any way familiar? Please for the love of god say something does so they can maybe sit in less hot sauce.]