Some people just need to know when to stop. People like my mom and my dad and my fake friends from school. Stop acting like you like me or care about me, because you should know by now that I have realized that you don't. You are all horrible liars, really. Get your act together.
"Carter!!! School!!!" my mom yelled from her built in salon in her walk in closet. If you haven't picked it up yet: my family is rich. And if you haven't picked this up yet as well: my mom cares a little too much about her looks. And by that I mean she will sometimes forget to feed me dinner because she is out shopping. Trust me, it has happened before. But on the bright side, I would get to eat Ramen noodles for dinner instead of whatever nasty weight loss recipe Mom found in some stupid magazine.
"Do I have to go?" I ask quietly to myself. School couldn't possibly be any worse because I have friends. And not friends, as in people you love and trust, but friends, as in people you have to impress and live up to their expectations.
The only reason that I haven't just quit school already is because, well, I can't seem to be able to stop either.
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That's Life, Bud
Teen FictionA mom who doesn't understand A dad who isn't around Friends who just don't care Hate to break it to you, but that's life, bud.
