Whatever

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"Don't you like catfish?" My mom asks too sweetly across the kitchen table. She's holding out a large plate that holds six fried catfish. I can sense them staring at me. Telling me to end their misery.

"No, I fucking hate it." I stare her down and reach over for more mashed potatoes.

Her face drops and takes a deep breath.

"Well, you just can't eat mashed potatoes for dinner."

I drop my fork on the plate and give her a death glare.

"Or, you can do what you'd like. I just can't believe it's your last year of high school. Then, you'll be gone." She wipes the underneath of her eyes and I can't help but, roll mine.

"I am too, I guess.." I assure them.

My dad removes the newspaper from in front of his face.

"Good." He smiles at me.

I motion my hand towards dad.

"At least someone gets it."

She turns her head to the side and gives me a sweet smile. It disgusts me.

"Excuse me." I stand up and dump the food in the trash can. I turn and stare at her before walking to my old bedroom.

I grab my phone and dial William's number. He answers after two rings.

"Will. It's hell here. I'm telling them I have an emergency. I'll be home in ten minutes."

"Hell yeah, girl. Ditch them bitches." His voice is high.

"Alright cool. See you then." I tell him.

He hangs up and I shove my phone into my back pocket. I walk out of the room and grab the car keys from the kitchen counter.

My mom emerges from the living room and watches me tug on my leather jacket.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"I have an emergency." I open the front door and walk out quickly.

"Call me if you need anything." I hear her yell from the doorway and I turn around and flip her off. I click a button and watch my headlights flash on and off. I open the driver side and climb in. I switch on the heat and turn the radio on. I pull out of the driveway and speed down the road.

I curse at the asshole who cuts me off and I slam on the breaks when I see the red light shining through my windshield.

I eventually get home in one piece and I make my way up the driveway. I open the front door and walk right in.

"What's up, bitch?" I greet him when I see him in the kitchen.

"What's up, hoe?" He laughs at me. He's sprinkling rainbow sprinkles on the white icing of a cupcake. I reach the grab one only to get my hand slapped away.

"No way. These are not for you." He pick up the pan and puts them on the opposite counter out of my reach.

"C'mon. I just had to deal with an awkward dinner with my parents." I hold my hand out. He gives me a 'go to hell' look but, gives in and places a cupcake in my hand.

"Thank you." I smile. I unwrap the cupcake and take a large bite out of it. It tastes fucking disgusting and I spit it back out into the wrapper.

"Gross." I run over and start to grab myself a glass of water.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It tastes like shit."

"What?"