I don't like being called perfect, I'm not even close to it. I might get straight A's, have a 'happy' family, all the money I can spend, and never got in trouble. I am human I make mistakes, have fun, and try to be myself but with this messed up family it hardly works. No one can be perfect, it's not in human DNA.
"Darling, may you please come down stairs" my mother's sickly sweet voice yelled from downstairs. I slowly walked down not wanting to see that caked face of hers.
"Yes mother" I said with a fake smile on my face not wanting to anger her.
"Sweetie, this is my co-worker. We are going to go upstairs to work. Don't bother us" Her voice ringed in my head after hearing that so much. She thinks I'm clueless of what she's doing but I know from just the sounds. I shiver in disgust. Dad might not be home all the time but that doesn't give her the right to do that too him. I don't even know if he does it too and I really don't want to know.
I sighed and shook my head whispering a 'ok'.
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One Shots
Teen FictionSo I write a lot but only little scenes so I'll try...a little I'm not great but I'll make it through. If you have any suggestions just tell me and maybe I will write it WOLFY
