The front door shut with a bang. “How was school today, Francine?” her mother called from the kitchen.
Francine half-grunted half-screamed in reply. Then she ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Immediately she logged onto her computer. “You’ll know the answers to my problems, Google! You’ve never let me down before. Well, except for that one time you directed me to that short story blog with awful stories and self-referencing humor. Seriously, who thinks that’s funny?”
Trepidatiously, she typed in the words “why do people not notice me i am short?”
The search results appeared.
“Google! Not again!”

