How to Get Married in 5 Months

Chapter 2/ The War

I can't believe that this bratty little wannabe Taylor swift just called me a traitor even though you were the one that got me kicked out. You were the one that treated me like complete crap while I just picked up the messes you made over time. You were the one that stole all my boyfriends through out elementary school through college by embarrassing me with my flaws. You were the one that ruined my life. So don't be calling me a traitor.

"Mother!" Addison shouted across the hall. "Yes, honey?" Mother asked. Wow. She. Looks. Miserable. Guess Addy pushed her too far over the curb. Mother still can't tell the little brat to get out of her house even when she's 26 years old. Pathetic, mother. Really pathetic.

But mother looked like she was glad to see me. She was hoping this Christmas I will go down to North California to see the mother that kicked me out even when she didn't want to. I still love my mother. Lots. Not my father. He hates me a whole lot. "Wendy!!" Screeched my mother. She embraced me. It felt nice, safe, comfortable to feel my mother's touch again. I was in love with that one touch that made me feel great about living. Everything that I needed. "Hey, mother. I really wanted to make your wish come true so I got a plane and flew in from Texas. It's wayyy colder here then over there." I stated. Mother laughed. Addy didn't look very happy. She was confused by me saying, "wanted to make your wish come true". She was flabbergasted.

"What do you mean by making her dream come true, Wen Wen?" Addy said sweetly. Ugh. I hate when she does that. She trys to get more information from me by doing her little "sweet tooth move". She uses that all the time, too. I hate her sooo much.

I saw my father come in the living room where we were, he was calling my mother. "Oh. Hi, Wendy." He said, shyly. I knew he was afraid of me. After I accidently tripped on somebody's foot and a very sharp knife on my plate went into my teachers foot and left her in the hospital for 2 months, he hasn't trusted me since.

Anyway, when it was night time, I went into our old bedroom. It was Addisons whole before now. But since she kept the second bed, it was no where I was going to sleep for the rest of my trip. After I got all situated and comfy, Addy had to say SOMETHING. "So how do you like it back at home, Wen Wen?" Woah, woah. Be careful what you say in front of her. She absorbs it and reports it to mother and father. If you say that you hate the wallpaper, she will keep it in her head until the next day and tell the parents. Then you will get the punishment. "I love it back home. Don't know why you would want me gone." I said. Uh oh. Wrong answer.