“Don’t look at me like that sis, you know I’ll never do anything to spoil this for you.” Whatever! Now was not the time to think about that.

Why couldn’t anyone see my side here? Maybe because they had no idea what was really going on with you? 'Maxie Irene Dove.humph.' She stormed out of the room and Janet looked at me like I’d kicked her puppy. 'Maybe that's because you're all acting like he's the second coming or something mom, more like the anti.' 'Oh Maxie really, I think that's blasphemous or something.' 'Let's have it when is his eminence supposed to be here?' I studied the new torture device she passed off to me.

'Maxie, I bought you something to wear for tonight.' Janet burst into my room with her arms loaded down, and a glow on her face. Lucky her, I was about to hunt down her twit of a daughter and strangle her ass with the straps on the ugly ass dress. I opened my mouth to blast my incubator, but she was saved once again. It looked like somebody spray-painted taffeta with pepto bismol. 'Oh come on Maxie, it's a nice dress.' She tried forcing the horrid frilly thing on me. 'I knew it, I'm not wearing anything that, that.Jenny picked out.' I couldn't very well call my mother's daughter a streetwalker in front of her now could I, but it was a close call. I saw the lie forming before she opened her mouth and that just put my back up even more. 'Which one of your cohorts picked it out?' 'You have a point, but please, for your poor mama, just this once, it's a nice dress.' I think it's only fair, you got the other three, well not Janet so much but.' 'It's that Conrad person you married, you've told me enough times that I'm just like him. 'I will thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head young lady, and none of your sass oh where did I go wrong?' Are you sure I'm yours, because seriously.' 'Jeans mom, they're called jeans in the twenty first century. 'You can't wear denim to meet our important guest young lady.' Please let me be adopted.

Kicking and screaming by jordan silver