"Today I'll have you guys fill out this," Erin explained as she passed out some papers, it was a week later.
Toni never thought she'd say it but...not being able to go to school royally sucked balls. She spent most of the entire day alone at the homestead because Bobby obviously still had school. The sisters were on vague talking terms at least but she never got any juicy, deceptive details about high school from it.
It made her wonder if there was something going at school that Bobby didn't want her to know...like maybe something about Luke and Alexa. She drove herself crazy imagining what they were up to. And of course Mom left for work, Dad left for work, even Dana had places to be, and he was freakin' three years old. She felt so isolated. Sure, Bob still brought her schoolwork, the board of ass-suckers at school agreed to Mom's proposal of letting Toni continue work so as not to have to take summer-school. But still, that didn't keep her busy enough!
She felt like a mad woman kept in a cage and paced the house aimlessly with nothing to do except wonder about that stupid high school of hers and if Luke and Alexa had hooked up in her absence, and why the hell not? They both hated Toni and yet loved Toni, so junior mint Alexa with her Toni-fied wardrobe and hair probably worked a number on Luke's primitive boy mind. Ugh, Toni prayed that they hadn't humped each other in the GT.
That was her spot, her place, and her boy...
Toni cleared her throat and brought herself into the present. Her paper Erin handed her said 'The Ten Levels of Anger' and Toni had to read through three pages, ten paragraphs, and felt like she was being tested even though Erin assured them they weren't.
"Okay," Erin's voice brought her up from the depths of her plight. "Is everyone done?" They nodded, then she handed them another sheet of paper, this one read; Rate Yourself: At My Best - At My Worst - Most of the Time. "You'll fill in the boxes with numbers, the numbers the of different anger levels, and then we'll talk."
Toni chewed the ends of her hair in thought...at my best, huh? She rolled her eyes and squibbed an oh, for zero bitches, I'm not an angry person. Now at my worst, ha. Trick question, she wrote ten because duh, she went off like a bomb. And most of the time...? She jotted down a one, which meant she was annoyed by different, minor things throughout the day but that didn't stop her from being happy and forgetting about the irritants a few moments later. She nodded, feeling good with herself.
I'm not crazy, just spirited, she longed to tell someone. But despite being in a group that talked all the time, she still felt as though no one really listened to her.
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Secret Sister Signs
ChickLit1955. Lucy Swift was at the height of her game. She was owner of the best boarding house in town, was the envy of the neighborhood, and she finally found the perfect suitor for her little sister, Lily. But just when things should've been settling do...
