Nov. 28, 2007 (2)

In a minute! I just said I'm almost done!
"Sabrina, Grace has to go to the bathroom."
"Well dad, Grace is two years old and still wears diapers."
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"She can go in her pants, and I still wouldn't care!"
"Damnit, Sabrina, out of the bathroom now!"
"Fine...Satisfied?"
"What in god's name have you done to your hair? Didn't I tell you not to touch my scissors?"
"Whatever dad."
"Look you better not be going with Paige like that. You want people to think you're a slut?"
"If the shoe fits."
"What is that suppose to mean."
"It means I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me."
"Like hell you can young lady; Grace baby go tee-tee. Good girl. Now look Sab...Sabrina!
You come back here right now. You aren't going to the movies. Come back here now!"
-shut up you dumb idiot. I can do whatever I want, it's not like he's the boss of me.
I hate him. And I hate Grace. If they weren't here I could go live with Paige and
have a pool.

Kay Greenfield


"In a minute, Jasmine."
"Mom, I told you to call me Jas."
"Yes yes, I’m sorry Jasmine. Just give me a minute, okay?"
"Jas, Mom. Jas. It’s not that hard to remember and it’s even easier to say compared to Jasmine."
"Uh huh. Sweetheart, can you pass me my coffee? It’s over on the dining room counter."
Jas growled angrily as she stalked over towards the kitchen. Glancing around briefly, Jas spotted the polka-dotted coffee mug sitting by the burnt apple pie they had just made. Her mother had gotten preoccupied again.
Snatching the coffee cup off the table, some of the hot liquid splashed to the floor. "Fuck," muttered Jas, throwing her free hand up in annoyance. Ignoring the mess, Jas walked back into the sitting room, to see her mother, still sitting at the computer, chatting up some "bloke" in England on the Internet. Please, like anything would happen with that much distance between them.
Putting the cup on the desk none too gently, Jas rolled her eyes as her mother let out a giggle, her cheeks definetely turning red. Gross. Adults are so disgusting.
"Jasmine, honey-"
"Jas, Mom!"
"Yes yes I know. That’s what I said. What is it that you children say now? Riding the horse? Getting some ass, is it? Now Love making...I know that has gone out of style though."
"Oh my god. Mom, what the fuck are you two talking about?!" screeched Jas.
"Jasmine Rose! Watch that language! And it is absolutely none of your business what Henry and I discuss."
"Uh, yes it is when my mother, who is 46 years old and NOT 29, is acting like a damn sex driven teenage.""
"Jasmine Rose don’t make me repeat-"
"For heaven’s sake, Mom! My name is Jas! It’s not that hard to remember."

Chrissy Faye