After her mother gets remarried, Lynea is determined to make sure that her new step-dad goes through absolute hell; The only way to do that? Make sure she fails his S.D.A.T (Step Dad Authorization Test). Now THIS is gonna be fun.
Don't tell me that I'm selfish. Don't tell me that I should be happy. Don't tell me not to judge. Don't tell me any of these things you little prick, if you have NEVER experience what it's like to have your mom or dad remarry. And even if you had, here's a big newsflash for you; You're not me. Ergo, step the fuck off. Chances are you probably heard about your parent having a new significant other before they decided to tie the knot; I didn't. My mom decided to tie the knot around my fucking neck. I didn't get the "sit down" in the kitchen or in the living room, I got the Almost-Out-The-Door-To-School. Yup, that's right! There I was, trashy clothes and all, so close to freedom when my mom dropped the three Little Boys on me right then and there. "I'm getting married." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh mom, you're hilarious! Aw man, let's give her around of applause; truly comedic!...Mom?....Mom?....Oh no..."What?" I said, still standing with one foot outside and the other one in. Frozen in place as the slow realization crept it's way into my mind; to put it in perspective, you know in those movies where the guy gets stabbed and he just looks at the other guy who stabbed him like, "What the hell?..." and then eventually he realizes he's gonna die without getting the chance to kiss that girl that he likes? Well that was how I felt.
"I'll tell you once you come home. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just dropped it on you now." Sorry? SORRY? You just told me something that could possible change my life and all you have to say is SORRY? And on TOP of that, you expect me to just forget it all until I get home?! Now I know what you all are thinking,'Well Lynea, if you're so upset about it. How come you didn't just tell your mom what you're thinking?' And to that I answer, I'm too nice for my own good. I mean sure, I get upset about things. LOTS of things. I'm like a fire that's IN the pot (a shitty comparison, but that's all I got) if someone opened me up there's a great chance that they wouldn't be standing there for long. So instead of just telling my mom how I felt I just walked straight out the door (and tripped on the sidewalk, but that's not really important).
To say that I was pissed would be an understatement. I was furious, enraged, vexed (favorite word by the way), ill tempered, and all the other synonyms for anger that I found on thesaurus.com! I mean, for christs sake! The women just threw that shit right at me! No preparation, no tactics, no Sweetie-Everything-Will-Be-Okay, no NOTHING!
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I was so angry, I nearly punched my Bio teacher in the face when he asked me if everything was alright. "You seem so...out of it. It really isn't like you." Oh nooooo, everything is fiiine. It's just that my mother decided to drop a bomb on me and destroy everything that I've ever known and loved . And so what if I'm being a bit dramatic? LET ME BE! "Eh, this is what happens when a star loses her beauty sleep. Don't worry though, I'll catch up on some z's in math." Then I tossed in a great, big, fake, smile just to really let him buy it. He laughed and walked away to help another kid that I didn't care about. It's a good thing I don't have any friends in my morning classes; Our friendship would have ended then and there, if you catch my drift. But y'know? I should actually be smiling. Gleeful even! After all, whoever is dating my mom obviously doesn't know anything about me. If they do, they sure as hell don't know what I'm capable of. At least not now...
