"Shes a good girl, shes daddys favorite"
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"Shit!" I yell, trying to get my fucking skirt on. "Danielle did you say something?" My mom asks. "Uh, yeah, fit, my skirt doesn't fit." I answer. Good save. she believes anything i say. "Okay, hey honey, Luke called he said theres a concert tonight in San Francisco, do you want to go? I told him i would ask you." Shit, I have to say yes, I don't, my brother will be suspisious. "Alright that sounds fun." I say. my mom nods her head and leaves the room. Then Michael walks in.
"Ugh whadda you want grasshead" I said. "I want you to tell me what your doing tonight." He says. "I'm going to a concert in San Fran with Luke."
"You ARE?" He says in shock. "I thought tonight you might be sneaking around with cal." He says.
"Very funny grasshead, don't believe me? Come with us." I snicker.
"I love how you call me grasshead and make fun of me all the time, because last i knew it, i could go tell mum and dad about, oh maybe," he walks over to my desk and opens a droor and digs to the bottom, pulling out half a bag of weed. "This?" he says. then he walks over to my closet, puuls out a folder and puts it in his hands. "Or this?" he says, now hes walking further into my closet, grabs a bunch of high-waitsted shorts and puts them on my bed "Oh they would just love that stuff, now wouldn't they?" He says.
"Ha-ha very funny." I say. "So what do you want? Weed, money, anything?" I ask. I know hes going to say something dumb. I can tell. "I want your weed. All of it." I give him a look and get my 2 bags of weed. "There." I say. "Happy?" I ask. "Yeah. I want you safe. Your my baby sister. And I love you. Sometimes" He says. "your 4 minutes older than me. GET OUT OF MY ROOM" I scream in his face. He smiles and i slam my door. I hate him alot sometimes. I put a whole diffrint outfit in my bag and i go downstairs and put my shoes on.
"Hey Danie, my dad says. "Why dont you come here for a minute." he says. My mum, dad and grasshead are all sitting in the living room. "Brandon, would you like to tell her the good news?" she asks dad. oh god. "No Kathirn I think you should tell her." My dad says, smiling at my mum. NONONONONONONO. "Okay lets both tell her, honey," NO IT CAN'T BE!! "You're going to Harvard!" they say in excitement. "Oh! Yay!" I say with no enthusiment. "Honey is something wrong?" my Mum asks. "No, it's just, I was thinking, maybe I could, skip, law school,for now." I say. My dad widens his eyes and puts his hand over his mouth.My mums smile basically desolves off her face. "Oh." My mum says, sitting up stright. "Thats, diffrint." She says. "Well I was Thinking, maybe go to a music colage." I say. "Oh like Julliard." Dad says. "No, dad, not Julliard, I was thinking something more like, The Art Institute Of California?" I say, kind of questioniy. "Well, as long as your happy." Mum says. "Yeah as long as miss princess is happy" Grasshead says. "Michael! Be nice to your twin sister. You could learn a thing or two from her." I hear a horn honk and say, "Well thats my ride. Love you! Bye"and i run out the door.
