Just another one of his flings.

The bra revenge

"Come on, come on, come on!" I say to myself, desperately looking for a bra to wear.

Yeah, that's right. I can't find a freaking bra to wear to school, a school full of perverts and brat dolls that will start looking at you the wrong way if you ever happen to have a strand of hair sticking out of a your bun.

"Mom!" I call for my mother.

"Yes?" She answers, peaking her head inside my room about five seconds later.

"Do you happen to know where my whole population of bras flew to?" I ask her, impatience and annoyance in my voice with my hands on my hips.

"Hmm"she starts, tapping her finger against her chin, "I'm guessing the Bahamas?"

I look at her with serious eyes, letting her know that it is not the time to be playing around.

I know exactly what she means by 'the Bahamas' though... She's referring to that time we were flying to the Bahamas and I put all of her bras in my suitcase ... Why? I have no freaking idea. I was a weird kid. When she was fixing her own suitcase, she freaked out because she had no bra to put on.. She fled with no bra and , oh my goodness- it's like she was a freaking unicorn from mars : no guy was hiding the fact that they were checking out my mother's nipples. It was so disturbing...
While we were in our hotel room she asked me if I "happened to know where her whole population of bras fled to" and when I answered "hm, I'm guessing the Bahamas" she turned to look at my suitcase which had one of her bras sticking out and then threw a pillow at me and grounded me for two days... And that was pretty bad ok! We were in the Bahamas and I started my adventure there with a punishment!

"Mom, if this is payback for what happened four freaking years ago then-"

"Don't be ridiculous" she cuts me off.

"Well I'm glad you think this is ridiculous, because it is not the time to take my bras away from me" I tell her with a pointed look.

"Oh, I'm sure you know the perfect time to take someone's bras." She states.

"Mom, where are my bras?" I ask her, ignoring her statement.

"In the washing machine" She says then gets out of view.

"All of them?" I shout.

"I don't know Candice..." She answers vaguely "And hurry up, I'm gonna be late for work"

"Mom, I have no bra to wear!" I remind her.

"Seems familiar to something that happened to me about four years ago" she says, peaking her head inside my room once again with a smirk plastered on her face.

I clench my teeth and glare at her before groaning and stomping my way to my bathroom.

All she does is laugh.

I can't believe her; one second she's calling me ridiculous for assuming she's taking revenge and then next thing I know, she's doing just that.

But that's not what's bothering me the most right now... I have more things to worry about, like going to school without a bra on.

Damn it.