Sunday passed in a blur; with Madison spending time out in her backyard, meditating and doing some writing. After Julianna's return late Saturday night, Madison had avoided her all of Sunday. She didn't want Julianna to know that she'd seen anything, but she didn't want her dad getting played either. She had no idea what to do and she just hoped that maybe her dad would find it out on his own.
The normal blaring of an IRL song, which was Madison's alarm, woke her up early that Monday morning. She shut her phone off then sat up, groaning as she realized that it was indeed Monday morning, which meant a long, torturous day at Diamond Bar High School. Sighing to herself, she hopped out of bed and went over to her closet, wondering what in God's name she would wear today.She decided to keep it completely laid back and comfortable today, so she pulled out her gray Gucci jeans and letterman jacket then pulled out a white spaghetti strap top. She pulled out her gray and white boots, before grabbing her essentials and going off down the hall..
...After a shower, she put the undergarments on and pulled on her fluffy bath robe before heading back down the hall. Just as she was approaching her room, Julianna emerged from the room she shared with James, wearing just James's t-shirt. Madison stopped, glaring at her. Julianna looked up, smirking.
"Morning kid." she greeted. Madison rolled her eyes, brushing past her.
"Not gonna speak back eh? James didn't teach you any manners." Julianna remarked.
"Go to hell." Madison mumbled loud enough for her to hear, going to her room and slamming the door.
"I vacation there." Julianna replied in a sing song voice. Madison heard the stairs creak, which meant that she was going downstairs. She rolled her eyes again and undid her robe, then got dressed for the day. She zipped the jacket up, then fixed her hair up into a messy yet neat ponytail for the day. After putting on a bit of mascara and some clear lip gloss, she grabbed her purse and put other essentials in, along with her phone, then she grabbed her back pack and threw it over her shoulder. She checked herself over, then wandered off down the hall to her dad's room. She poked her head in, seeing that her dad was now getting out of bed.
"Yo dad.." she said, opening the door the rest of the way. James looked up as he pulled on a t-shirt.
"Yo kiddo.." he replied, giving her a fist bump. She giggled, shaking her head.
"Can I take your car today?" she asked. James nodded, handing over the keys to his 2017 Mercedes Benz G- Wagon.
"Be safe with her; she doesn't like speeding." he joked, making her laugh as they walked out of the room.
"Dad I'm a safe kid so chill." she said, nudging him. They got to the bottom of the stairs, then James gave her a warm hug.
"Have a good day, Maddie Mad. Stay smart." he said.
"Alright pops; stay old." she joked, making him laugh as he shoved her out of the house. She giggled, closing the door before going off to his car and getting in. She threw her backpack and purse onto the back seat, then pulled out her phone. She quickly text Danielle, praying that she hadn't left home yet.
'Madison: Angel face! Got dad's car 2day; do u want a ride?'
She put her phone aside and started the engine, smiling to herself as the car roared to life. She loved her dad's car and she felt honored that he actually trusted her with it. As she sat there, waiting for Danielle's reply, her mind suddenly drifted back to the earlier encounter with her mother. Why was Julianna like that? She was cheating on James sure, but Madison was sure there was something else. There had to be.
Her phone chimed, snapping her out of her thoughts. She picked it up and tapped the 'Messages' icon to read her new message from .
'Danielle😘: Holy crap! Heck yea I want a ride; b ready n 10 mins.'

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Mother Issues
Teen FictionTrying to have a good life is not easy knowing you're in the presence of a sneaky con woman or in her case, sneaky ass bitch of a mother. Follow Madison as she deals with happiness, mixed feelings, and most importantly, MOTHER ISSUES.