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Mission Accomplished

"How'd it go, Lou?" I didn't mind the nickname, she's the only one who's ever called me that, saved from my five year old Dr. Seuss phase.

"I got to witness a fist fight, first hand. So, simply splendid!" I said, my voice dripping sarcasm.

"I hope it wasn't your fist," she stirred the pasta that was cooking in the boiling water, "you don't need anymore trouble."

"I know, ma. You have no clue how many times I said that to myself today. And no, it wasn't my fist, you would have gotten a call."

"I know. But seriously, how did it go?"

"I survived, didn't I? Mission accomplished?"

"Well, no duh." If anyone had sarcasm like me, it was my mom.

"It was fine, lots of stares. The usual fainting in my presence kinda thing." I was also very, very, bratty. She saw through my arrogance.

"People will stare, baby girl. Make it worth their while. At least it's not for, you know, other reasons." She reminded me. I shivered.

"Okay, true, but still. I mean, c'mon, I get chills when someone says my name. I feel like I have a million stalkers following me everywhere."

Mom looked out the kitchen window. "Really? I don't see them."

"Very good stalkers."

"Mmm...what was the fight about, anyway?"

"I'm not sure, actually. There was a guy-"

"Ooo, there's a guy!"

"Yes. There's this guy, and another guy."

"Are they cute?"

"Mom!" I screeched. She laughed.

"Okay, okay. Keep going." She drained the water from the pot.

"So, this guy- Daxton- sat next to me in first period. He was annoying, and rude, and when the assignments got passed out he wouldn't let go of my hand. I told him to let me go and he says 'make me.' This other guy, Walker, shows up and he's like, 'I'll make you.' Anyway, Daxton told Walker to piss off and Walker goes, 'make me.' Daxton's like, 'I will.' Then they just started fighting, I don't know, I'm guessing there's some kind of bad blood between them."
She put my noodles on a plate, with Alfredo sauce and a fork.

My little sister came running in, singing her head off. "Baby, now we gotta lota bad blood! I wish we didn't have none!"

"That's not how it goes, you little eavesdropper."

"I know," Quinn said, "I made up my own version. BABY NOW WE GOTTA A LOTA BAD BLOOD. I WISH WE DIDNT HAVE NONE!"

"I have a little sister, I wish I didn't have one!" I sung along.

"I don't want you either, I'll see you later in heaven!" She still sung in the same tune.

"If you even get in there." I mumbled.

"Amberley Moore!" Mom roared.

"You're the one who won't get in!"She said running off, still singing.

Then my brother came walking in, "Mommy, I can't find my favorite squishy ball!" Deuce yelled. "Did you take it?" He questioned me, threatening with a slap bracelet.

"No, Bub. I didn't, maybe you can ask the screeching cupcake."

"She didn't," he came over and pulled me down, while on his tippy toes he whispered in my ear. "I snuck in her room and looked for it. It's not there. Don't tell her though, she'll throw Barbies at me. I'm like a ninja, really sneaky and no one knows I'm there." I laughed.