Chapter 3
When we get home, Jane slams the door. "I'm going to Mel's, mother! DO YOU HAVE TRUST ISSUES WITH THAT, TOO?!"
"Do not speak to me in that tone of voice, Jannis."
"WHATEVER!"
Jane and I make the trek up the road to my house, with Jane raging about her mother.
"I hate her! She is such a hypocrite! She will always say to not say bad things about someone when they are far or near, and she was talking about you! And she always says I could afford to lose a few pounds, but look at her! I mean, she isn't the fattest mom around, but she can afford to lose more weight than me, that's a fact! And then she says that she won't let me out of her sight for two days just because your parents are artists! Famous artists! I HATE HER!"
"How do you think shell let you go?" I ask.
"Maybe if I lose 50 pounds." Jane says sarcastically. But that gives me an idea.
"What if we do that? We make a deal with your mom. If we each lose twenty pounds by the trip, she'll let you go?"
"You know, that might just work! Let's go to your room, and plan what we are going to say." Jane says, walking a bit faster.
When we get in my house, my mom has fresh baked cookies. And since she isn't a normal mom, the chocolate chips are purple.
"Hi, girls! How was the shopping trip?" My mom asks when we enter the kitchen, handing us a plate of cookies.
"Thanks, Mom. And take a look for yourself." I hand her the bag, and she looks inside. My mom pus out my swimsuit.
"This looks like something your grandmother would wear!" My mom jokes.
"I know! Mrs. Doan wouldn't let us buy tankinis, or bikinis, or anything pink, or black or even red! The couldn't be strings, or cut-outs, or zippers!"
"My mother wanted us to look like we are going to have a heart attack and die any minute! Oh, and thanks for the cookies, Mrs. Jackson! They're delicious!" Jane says, on her second purple chocolate chip cookie.
"Please, sweetie, call me Samantha. And feel free to take some home with you, we have plenty!" My mom gestures to the oven, where there are more baking.
"Were gonna go up to my room, mom. Mind if we take these?" I lift up the plate, already knowing the answer.
"Okay, sweetie, have fun! And don't make too big of a mess!"
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A Weightless Death
Roman pour AdolescentsMel and Jane are going to the beach, but have to make a deal. Even after it is completed, they find that threading want to stop, or rather, they can't stop. The end result will kill.
