This is how one of my “counselor appointments” would go:
“So, what’s happened this time?” Marty would ask.
“Uuuggghhh” I would groan.
“Oh come on , Jules.” He would plead.
“You know what…..” I would moan sleepily.
“You mean your darling friends?” Marty asked, already knowing the answer. He called my friends “darling” because he knew I didn’t like them.
“Maybe” I would say, admitting.
“Please, Jules, for the billionth time, tell them the truth!!!! “ He exclaimed.
“No! I am not ever going to tell them the truth! Just admit it! I would be the biggest loser!” I said getting annoyed as I sat up.
“Hon, listen. You already are! So just give up. Please.” He would say.
“Oh, well that’s reassuring!” I would yell, stomp off to my “room”, and get ready for my friends to come over.
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A Hole of Lies
HumorMy. Life. Sucks. That's it, three words. If you ever need three words to describe my life, there they are, right before your eyes, written in Calibri font at size eleven. Cassandra Avenston is the daughter of Marty and Jennifer. She popular, perfe...
