The sisters
ice me out
for a week
after the
Thanksgiving incident.
Which is fine.
It's not like
we were besties
beforehand anyway.
The only part
that bothers me
is my
unaccepted apology,
unheard explanations,
and the fact that
Mom has added,
"not being
embarrassed by
my conditions,"
to her
lengthy list of
lectures.
I don't explain
why I lied
to Grandma Jeff.
I don't need
her to talk
to Quinn
and make
my problems
worse
with her
good intentions.
Sam
doesn't really care
if his
extended family
knows he exists,
so our relationship
continues on
as it was;
an absence of
head nods
when we pass
each other
and the
occasional grunt
when he wants
me to pass him
something at dinner.
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Teen FictionCover by kyromaniak Everyone wants to be different. I just want to be like everybody else. ---- Seventeen-year-old chronically ill Emma has traded dreams of flying into space for, "Support Therapy," aka, "The Dying Kids Group," and Student Council...
