I am downstairs sitting at the table with everyone
Mom is wrapped in a blanket
Hey, Austin, how would you like to participate in a tradition that is... as old as me? Paul asked
A hundred years old? Austin asked
I laughed at the joke
Ha-ha. Yeah, very funny, laugh at Paul. Haze the new guy. Paul said
What's the tradition? I asked as I drank some of my coffee
Every year, my dad and my brother and I go chop down a Christmas tree. Paul said
With a weapon? Austin asked
With an axe, yes. Paul said
Can I use a laser? Austin asked and I smiled
Probably just an axe. But what do you say, you in? Paul asked Austin nodded
All right. And you can meet your new grandpa and uncle before they come over for Christmas Eve dinner. Paul said
What? Paul asked after he saw Ginny's face
Are they rich? Ginny said they're rich. Austin said
I... I said, they're probably proper, you know, they use butter knives. Ginny said
My place settings. I don't have butter knives. Mom said
Great Ginny you broke mom with your stupid poem. I said
She was already broke by just having you. Ginny said
Keep talking you might not make it to the Christmas dinner, mom check your trunk for the next few days if you can't find Ginny. I said
Mom, it was just a joke. Ginny said
No, if they use butter knives, we should get butter knives. Mom said
I can assure all Millers that my family does not care about butter knives. Paul said
No, I want our dining room table really fancy, like that "first Christmas Martha Stewart had when she got out of jail" fancy. I want 'em to leave impressed, so they don't think I'm this terrible monster marrying their son. Mom said
Mom, you're not a monster, personally don't listen to anything Ginny calls you, because she is a lying selfish whore who doesn't have any room to judge anyone because she didn't go through anything anyone else did. I said
Phoenix. Paul said
And you're a woman beating dick, Paul did my mom tell you that the day Phoenix got back he pointed a knife to her throat. Ginny said
Wait what? Paul asked
He apologized for it. Mom said
That doesn't matter, what if he hurt you. Paul said
But I didn't. I said
But you could've, you crazy asshole. Ginny said and I felt something hit my head
I looked at Ginny
I'm going to kill you. I said and I got up fast and my chair fell to the ground
Come on, Birdie, don't hurt your sister, I'll give you a present early if you go upstairs to your room and paint me a picture of a bird. Mom said from her seat
Fine, but if she ever says anything else to me for the next few days, you're gonna be down a kid mom. I said
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After school I am walking into Blue Farm and I walked up to the register
Can I get a French vanilla iced latte and a slice of apple pie along with a bag of large cheesy jalapeno fries. I said
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The depressed little twin brother
FanfictionThe younger twin brother of Ginny Miller was abused by his little brother's dad when he was younger and he was abused by his mom's husbands But luckily his mom's last husband died from a heart attack but he was mentally scarred because of the trauma