twas an ordinary day for y/n. she came back from school when her mom called her. what could she possibly want, for fuck's sake? she always ignored her, and when she noticed her daughter twas only to insult or abuse her. oh, y/n was very depressed indeed. she wasn't like other girls; thus, everyone was jealous of her and hated her. especially her mother. i mean, who wouldn't be jealous of her coiffed and crispy locks? her silk translcuent socks? anyway, i digress. she went to her mom's office, just in time to hear her yelling to one of her employees. She couldn't make out what she was saying. not that she cared tho. she knocked on the door to let her mother acknowledge her presence. she opened the sliding doors and slipped inside her mother's office. this place was huge, like the main salle of a castle. her mother, all of a sudden and completely unexpectedly, started talking softly to her daughter, but her words were shallow and her eyes empty of affection, brimming with greediness. she patted y/n's natural pink long hair with a disguted look on her unsightly face (even though both of y/n's parents were ugly as hell, she was the fairest maiden of the land. perhaps she was adopted, we shall see; untill then, i'll leave you wondering). after quite the monologue of empty praise, mother and daughter came to face eachother. mother's fists clung to her sides, her greediness overflowing her very existence. their gazes met eachother, and the tension was hard to ignore. after what felt like an eternity of staring into her daughter's enormous and capturing round blue ocean eyes, beautifully framed with looooooong white eyelashes, she sput out" i'm selling you to one direction". y/n's eyes widened. she what?! "mom, no! pwease no! you are supposed to lwove me!!!! you cawied me for nine whole months!!!" to her surpryise, her mother's thin lips twisted into a freaky grin " oh, my fear y/n, hadn't you put the pieces toghether yet? you're adopted, you good-for-nothing scumbag!"
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