mum gave me a blue dress when i got home.
i think she still sees me as a seven year old girl because i didn't have to look at it twice to know there is no way i would be able to fit into the dress. she's still stuck in the time when dad still called home sometimes and mum lived in blissful ignorance and i was still a good kid.
but dad doesn't call home anymore and i'm not such a good kid anymore either.
she just looks at the teachers' complaints about me with a lazy smile and her eyes glazed over.
later that night, out of the blue, she asks me, "you're a good kid, aren't you sweetie?"
i shrug nonchalantly.
"don't listen to what those teachers say about you, alright? you can be your own person."
______
// october 17, 2013
see like i really wanted to update MotS but:
a) school restarted (ew)
b) i'm honestly a lazy assbutt
c) i'll most likely update either after test week or in december (when school ends)
YOU ARE READING
bubble to the tea
Подростковая литератураi see it. how james looks at her and how sophia cringes every time she looks at the sugar level and how dex thinks the ice can numb him. sometimes bubble tea can tell you a lot about people. {short chapters and lower case on purpose} {cover made by...
