Her mother stood cross armed, eyes narrowed. Her lips sticking out like a ducks, what could I have done to piss this woman off? She doesn’t even know me. Or maybe she dose. I do have a record, but I didn’t know everyone knew of me, she just got here six months ago. And her daughter is so good as convincing me to stop, helping me control my temper.
Just thinking of her makes my heart stop.
But always thought she was joking when she said her mom was a bitch… But now I see how different they are. Though they have the same eyes, mouth, and nose… her mom is uptight, strict, and dull.
I never thought I would say this but, I’m wrong, and I shouldn’t have ever doubted her. And now she won’t look at me, it’s been four days. How long will this go on?
Will she talk to me again? I hope so.
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