The Braclet

Chapter 2: mom

  The thing about my mom is she isnt ever really around. She's the publisher of this really popular magazine called red lip gossip. they basically just invade celbrities privacy and then write about it like all the other magazines these days. So, im stuck taking care of my little sister everyday. My mom wants to be around, but she can't. It's not her fault that she cant be here. Her boss over works her. everyday when she gets home she always wants to help us with our homework, and help clean the house, and stuff like that. she always says "i'm not tired" but she is, I know she is.

     My mom has given me permission to ground my little sister or send her to her room, but not smash her prized posessions! As soon as Mia uttered those three simple words "i'm telling mom!" i knew, i was dead. I was sure that as soon as my mom got home Mia would tell her some sob story in which i sound like the bad guy, so i decided to get the upper hand. i pulled out my phone and called my mom. i explained to her what had happened and she was furious, but not at me, at Mia. "how dare she skip school like that she knows how serious i am about ditching!" she said

   " i know!" i exclaimed. "So you arent mad about the phone" i said hopefully. 

      "no, im not mad. But, you need to get your anger issues under controll. its getting out of hand." she replied slightly exasperated. She was right. i've been trying, but sometimes i cant help it. she says we are going to hire a new thearapist, but it wont help. we have tryed about twenty of them, and they were all num-sculls. But im fine. It doesnt effect me to much. I can still hear my sister sobbing down stairs when i hear a car pull up, it's Hailey.