So High School

Family Reunion

longest chapter I've wrote for this lol

Reps POV

"Look, whatever you did, it can't be that bad." I tried to reassure Lover over the speaker of my car. She called me basically hyperventilating about how she was suspended for the rest of the week and everybody is mad.

Her voice was shaky, her anxiety basically screaming at me through the phone. "No you don't get it! I beat someone up! Like I punched her in the face, kicked her to the floor, and made her bleed."

Not what I was expecting.

"Wow. Oh- uh- Okay. Who was is? Why? I mean there's a lot of reasons to beat people up." I wasn't sure how to go about this without making Lover even more stressed. Whatever happened must've been bad, because she normally wouldn't hurt a fly.

"Karma." She said, whispering as if someone would hear her. "She was being a total bitch and totally saying things about you she shouldn't, and I don't know what got into me I just like couldn't control it. it felt good, that's bad right? Please don't take me to a mental hospital."

I laughed at her silly overthinking. "Why would I send you to a mental hospital? I beat people up like once a week. I'm proud of you. Your like a mini me! Next we just have to learn how to cut fruits really good, and then move onto our arms. Soon enough we'll be identical."

"Rep."

"Sorry." I promised her not to make any dark jokes. I keep failing though. "Well anyway, it's not as big of a deal as your making it out to be. It won't stop you from getting in college, or even affect your grades. And I mean I'm sure as hell not mad." I heard her sniffling on the other line. "I just got home though, so can I call you back when I get up to my room?"

"Yeah." She said softly and I hung up the phone. I put the car into park and made my way inside, turning the old doorknob carefully, to avoid it breaking off again.

I wasn't expecting for my father to be waiting for me. I hadn't done any shit this week! I turned everything in, did the laundry, cleaned all the rooms in the house, what else did I miss?

"Reputation. Your mother wants to see you tomorrow."

My mother? Surely he's joking? I haven't seen my mother since I was four fucking years old. You don't just ask to see your eighteen year old daughter randomly after leaving you with your abusive father to fend for yourself because you wanted to whore up with random men.

"Your aunt Lindsey died last week. She wants you to accompany her to the funeral. I apologize in advance. I tried to get you out of it, but she insisted." As much as I hated my father, we could agree on one thing: dispising my mother.

I nodded. "What time?"

"All the details are on your dresser. Clean up your room while your in there, it's almost as much of a disaster as you are."

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I woke up suddenly, the blaring of my alarm almost giving me a heart attack. God, I really wanted to sleep in today. At least I'm not going to school, right?

Nope, not right, because I have to see my mother. Other than her 'apology gifts' she sends in the mail every year, the relationship between us is nonexistent.

Hopping out of my bed, I grabbed a small black dress to wear. It's pretty slutty for a funeral, but if someone's going to be dressed like a hooker at a church funeral, it'd be me.

My hair is done in loose curls brushing over my shoulders, with gold earrings. My ears are pierced all up them, and I have a custom snake design that 'slithers' through all of my holes.