Mommy! Mommy!

Wish Upon a Star.

Maddy sighed as she read her brother, Max's, report card. "Max! Get your stinkin' ass in here." He was way too busy reading about Hawkeye. "Comin' sis!" He just kept on reading ignoring her existence. She waited for two minutes. "MAX!" Max jumped up a bit and safely slid his comic book under the bed. He then ran to her. She held his report card in her hand, with a grip. As soon as his eyes met with the words 'Maxwell Whitley' he bolted. She got up and chased the brat. "Get your ass over here!" She tackled him onto the ground as they ran through the hallway. "Whaaaat? What in the world can I help you with?" He groaned out. "Explain. Now." She said handing him the paper. D- in math. C+ in science. A in reading. F in history. F in choir. A in Phys Ed. Wow this kid was shit. "What about it?" He grumbled as he read it. Consent rating on the A's. "at least I got two A's right." She sighed and slapped the boy. "You always get A's and B's in reading. You also love P.E." He pushed her off of him. He had bullying problems that he didn't want to talk about. "Shut up. You're not mom. Go get a baby and mother that. Oh wait you can't 'cause you don't know who the fuck you love or not." He snarled and ran to his room and slammed the door. She just sat there, eyes widened, jaw open, tears forming. "Don't cry...." She did it. She broke down. She cried and cursed out her brother every second for three hours straight before calming down a bit and walking outside. She gazed at the stars and sat on the ground with some booze. She wiped off her dry tear stains on her face and took a sip of her...brothers liquor. DAMN! She said she didn't want to have anything to do with him. "That...good booze buyer." She downed two shots worth. She saw an asteroid and sighed before she wished for a kid. He was a selfish prick, but he was right. She then chugged the rest of booze. Then everything went black.