"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Jackie asked.
Marcy looked at her. "Nothing."
"What? Why not? It's the perfect holiday! You get to eat a lot of food then go shopping the next day."
"Yeah, we don't celebrate that and I hate shopping."
"How can you hate shopping?!"
"You sound like my sisters. It's pointless."
"What about stuff like food and things you need?"
"Necessary."
"You're no fun." Jackie pouted. "We never hang out. Let's hang out this Friday. There's no school or anything so you'll finally have time."
"Sure." Marcy shrugged. "But I'm not shopping."
W.W.W.
"I've called you all here to say that I think we should have a seafood boil." Mercedes waited for the applause.
"Why?" Marc asked.
"We've been really busy since school started and have we really spent any time together?"
"Isn't that what Christmas is for?" Mal tilted his head.
She swatted him. "People here celebrate Thanksgiving but we never have. We always just get caught up on work. Let's celebrate please?!"
"Why do you want to celebrate Thanksgiving?" Mike was confused.
"Because Brittany was telling me all these stories about her family's traditions and I realized we have one for the World Series but not a major American holiday!"
"We're not American!" Marcy didn't get this.
"And we're never going to be if we don't start adopting their traditions. We always say we feel like outsiders-"
"I've never said that."
"Marcy! The point is, we can't be American if we don't do American things."
"Why do we have to get approval from these people? We've been here for years."
"We do keep to ourselves and our traditions." Laura pointed out.
"What's wrong with that?" Marc demanded.
"Nothing if we don't want to integrate."
"I think we should do it." Quinn said.
"Why?" Mal didn't get it either. "It's just a stupid holiday."
"Because we never do anything American."
"We watch the Super Bowl."
"Nothing patriotic!"
"This isn't our country!" Marcy threw up her hands.
Mercedes rubbed her temples. "We want to do this. Are you on board or not?"
"I don't even care." Marcy shook her head.
"Me either. This is stupid." Mal crossed his arms.
Mercedes couldn't stand them. They always mocked her fun. "Sonny?"
Mike shrugged. "I'm in."
She beamed. "Marc?"
"Yeah, sure." He didn't care.
"Maddie?"
Maddie grinned. "Let's do it!"
"Laura?"
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The Way We Were
ChickLitMarcy Jones is twelve when she gets pregnant by her very best friend, Mal Chang. Their parents force them to marry but it's a dream come true for the very much in love duo. Follow their journey as they become one with their children and figure out l...
