Fixable

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"How the hell you bout to put me on fuckin Dr. Phil and I told you I ain't about to go on that shit?" , I protested to my mom.

Like, for real though. Talking about sum "my daughter is out of control".

Damn right I'm out of control. I'm tryna get the hell away from you. She smiled fakely.

"You said you wanted to be on TV. Now cuss at me again, see what happens. Cause you do that all the time and what ends up happening?"
I smiled sarcastically.

"You. Dumb. Ass. Bitch."

She lunged towards me trying to grab me by the shirt. I started punching her but she pushed me down and was hitting me.
I laughed, hiding my anger.

"Come on, Dani. You're so tough. Hit back." She yelled, grabbing me by the hair. She held a fist by my head threateningly.

"That's what I thought", she said releasing my hair.

"Now get your ass ready. We're about to leave in an hour."

"Fuck that shit. I want to stay with Maddie and Demi."

My mom rolled her eyes.
"Fuck that bitch. She got her own money. We bout to get our own."
I rolled my eyes right back at her.

"Of course. I knew this wasn't about me. This is about money. With yo selfish ass."

She chuckled coldly.
"You just wait. I'll have your ass shipped to somewhere far away from Florida."

I flipped her off. She pushed me.
"Get ready."

I hate her. I decided to straighten my hair today. I brushed out my long, red hair and got my straightener. I straightened my hair.

Maybe a little makeup will look good with this, I decided. After getting done with that I put on my outfit and sighed. This was bout to be a long ass day.