"Mom!?!?" I yelled.
"What the hell do you want? U fucking killed my husband you think I'm going to talk to you bitch? Well I'm not! I fucking hate you!" My mom is pissed because like always, she's drunk.
"I'm sorry. Can you help me pick something out for my date?"
"HELL NO!" my mom is far beyond pissed.
I'll wear my suit with my nice shoes and some roses for Rosa.
"I Love you Rosa and I was wondering..." I was whispering this to myself then-
"Get the Fuck down here and get the retarted door, Bitch. How's he going to keep this one, oh he won't." Mom was whispering this to herself but I hear.
(Hey guys its been forever since I've updated. I needed more reads! Go check out my old/new book called Help. there is 4 chapters and I will be updating that tomorrow. I will start a new auto-biography about my life and feelings with a different charters name. I will be updating that A.M.A.P. (as much as possible). Thanks for reading I will go to 11-12 chapters with this book.
~Franny Heiss)
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