"Maybe the problem, Wonderbread," Santana said, tilting her head in consideration, "is that us being fucking scared all of the time and pulled away from the lives we knew kind of put is in a weird, wonky position. And I don't know about you, but I'm really tired of feeling nothing but scared." She had spent enough time dwelling on how much this sucked. It was time to make it her own.
"So, why don't we throw a party for the younger gen? I mean, come on. We spend our entire lives with adults telling us what to do. Maybe if we band together here, we can get shit done ourselves, and make them realize they're just as capable." She nodded, decided. Whether she agreed or not, she was doing this. "Plus, it'd be a great lesson in the best kind of fun: Making others wish they knew how amazing you were from the very beginning."