Chapter Two: Mother

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Mother's P.O.V.

I hear Delilah come downstairs and go into the living room. She terrifies me. Her style at least. I don't know what happened. I mean when I adopted her she was so cute and blonde and happy. When I her head baby still and her hair long. I was tempted rename her Alice. I walk over to her to talk to her...again. I have this talk with her all the time. I mean I honestly don't know why because she never listens...

"Hey hun? I just wanted to let you know that you don't always have to watch t.v., I mean you could go outside and make some he friends. I could dress you so you look more approachable. Or we could go shopping together! Doesn't that sound fun?" I say.

What I'm subtly referring to is her boring, un styled, naturally wavy, aqua blue hair, and her a bit too big, ugly, dog chain choker, along with her gross black pants and extremely oversized white custom made Jack Skellington sweater that cost me about $50. It was my attempt to bond with her and boy do I regret it. That money could have gone towards the rainy day jar. (A/N What I mean is that the sweater is white and they airbrushed on Jacks face and put her name on it. That's what I mean by custom made.)

I don't even know why she got the extra large. She looks like an ugly droopy marshmallow.

She responds to me with a smile and she says that she's happy being single with her Pringles and she walks to her room to go blare some house shaking devil music.

Ugh what a frickin smartass, maybe  tickets to a band will help with our bond. I mean its doubtful ever since we adopted her when she was 5 she's been different but I could give it a try.

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