I was your average teen as far as I knew. Well maybe not so average. I was more of a loner than most, and I wasn’t into the net and all that other crap like most of my peers. For this reason I didn’t have the same brain damage they seemed to suffer from, nor did I share their pedantic outlook on life.
In short, I was a slightly overweight nerd with a love for chocolate and macaroons and sometimes both together. A hefty bank account and too much morals for this generation or the next one coming.
I know I look like the innocent girl next door who wouldn’t hurt a fly, and most times I wouldn’t. But this thing with the stepskank had released some kind of monster in me.
Not in the beginning, back then I was scared, there was too much going on. But now, I’m no longer afraid and have long since stopped caring. I find that this new me gets a lot more done than the old mousy version. And I like her. I call her the Golden Princess. She’s a mouthy diva with a chip on her shoulder, and a fat bank account. Did I mention the bank account?
It’s that bank account that keeps most people in line once they learn about it. Fake ass bitches. That’s why Jacks is my only real friend.
She’d grill my ass up one side and down the other if I try to buy her a Big Mac when she has money in her purse. That’s because her mama raised her right. With morals and shit.
I turned my attention to the wasted chromosome who was at present blocking my damn driveway. Well not really, but he was here.
“What’re you doing sniffing around here? Your bitch in heat or something?” Any time I can get a dig in at his new girlfriend, stepskank Jr. I use that shit.
His smirk only got wider and that just made my toes curl with anger. I revved the engine and Jackie grabbed the wheel just in time to save him a pair of crushed legs. Now I was the one smirking.
“I don’t understand, you two used to be best friends…”
“Leave it, that was a long time ago. I don’t ever want to have that conversation. Understood?”
“Okay-okay, keep your pants on. Sheesh! Are you sure you’re okay to drive, maybe you should let me…” my glare was enough to silence her butt.
“You can’t see, remember. How the hell… the last time I let you drive old man Marley passed us… twice.”
“That’s a lie.”
“And he’s ninety-five.” We both broke into laughter which helped to lighten the mood immeasurably.
My lightness didn’t last that long though, because I knew what I was going to find when I arrived at my mother’s home. She’s going to be sad and broken after this last blow delivered by dad and his new walking Monistat commercial.