"And this is my daughter, Allie," my dad introduces me to some 'hot shot' guy. I can't help but flinch when he uses the word daughter. I hate being his daughter.
"How old is your daughter Steve?" My dad garbles on.
"Well my daughter from my previous marriage is 27, but I have a step-son, Andrew, who is around your daughters age, and my little Gracie, who is seven," says Steve. What a loser.
"Ah, what school does your step son attend?" My dad asks. As if he cares, he's just trying to close the deal. The guy, Steve, looks momentarily nervous.
"That uh, the prep school outside of town? He's starting his junior year," he says, his wife, clinging on to him, looks momentarily frightened.
I guess they sent him away on a time out. Nice.
"Oh! That's such a nice school! My wife and I wanted to send Braden, his older brother went, but Braden loves going to the public school in town, and well, Allie isn't quiet qualified," my dad says with a chuckle. I giggle along, to mask the fact that his comment stung a lot more than the curling iron that burned me earlier.
I fucking hate these dinners.
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The Grey in Between
Teen FictionNick is gay. Allie is lost. Julie is hurt. Braden is hurting. Andrew is alone. These five teens have nothing to lose but a lot to gain.
