Eureka arrives back at her car which is this really nice Jeep Cherokee she named Magda.
It was too new and too red to suit Eureka. With the windows rolled up, you couldn’t hear anything outside, and this made Eureka imagine she was driving a tomb.
Isn’t… not hearing anything outside the whole point of having the windows rolled up? And just because it’s silent doesn’t mean you’re in a fucking tomb. You could also be driving a live yoga session and it’d be just as quiet.
She used to be super punk DJ, but since the death, we have to be told once again that all color has drained from her once oh so perfect life. She continues to mope because she can’t imagine playing guitar without her mom either.
FUCK, CAN YOU DO ANYTHING WITHOUT YOUR MOM? WHY DON’T YOU JUST DIE?
She wants to seek vengeance on the wave, which is pretty stupid. You can’t seek vengeance on an inanimate object. It’s not going to feel pain or guilt or whatever for whatever it did which defeats the whole purpose of seeking vengeance.
She continues to mope, this time about how misunderstood she is. BUT YOU DON’T EVER FUCKING SAY ANYTHING. BITCH, HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO BE UNDERSTOOD IF YOU DON’T EVER COMMUNICATE? YOU’RE STEPMOTHER FUCKING CALLS YOU “DISTANT” BECAUSE YOU DON’T EVER FUCKING TELL HER ANYTHING. OBVIOUSLY YOU’RE THE PROBLEM HERE, NOT EVERYONE ELSE.
As she drives, she starts moping so much about how much her life fucking sucks with all the pitying and no mother life that she actually can’t breathe. She stops at an intersection and studies her arm so that you can get a glimpse of her cut arm just for even more fucking pity points – except some dude crashes her from behind.
She sees Mister Sexy (presumbably Ander) yells at him to help her and then proceeds to get super pissed at him for hitting her car.
Did you even try to stop?”
“I didn’t see—”
“Didn’t see the large red car directly in front of you?”
Excuses never got so lame.
“What do I expect?” She approached the boy. “I expect to be able to get in a car without having my life threatened. I expect the people on the road around me to have some rudimentary sense of traffic laws. I expect the dude who rear-ends me not to act so smug.”
Wow…. Bitch alert… You know girl, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Had this been any other jock, they would’ve smacked you until you cried and then drove off without another word, because what the fuck, this boy was not smug at all, you stopped in the middle of the fucking road at an intersection (you weren’t even pulled over), and don’t you want to die? What. An. Asshole.
“But I guess I expected too much. Your dumb ass doesn’t even have insurance.”
OH MY GOD. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HIT THIS GIRL FOR ME NOW? WHERE ARE YOUR FUCKING MANNERS?
The boy just grins like a creepy idiot and tells her everything’ll be OK. Eureka tries to call her parents and neither dad nor step-mom pick up. She almost cries, the sky rumbles ominously and the boy grabs her tear before it rolls down her cheek.
2. Not subtle foreshadowing at all.