“Garret! Can you come down here a minute!?” My Mom’s voice rang through the house and up to my room
“Ok!” I called back as I slid down the banister to the lower floor.
My Mom had a serious look on her face.
Oh crap…here we go.
“I don’t like the look of that girl.” She said.
“You don’t even know her.” I responded coolly.
“I know enough that just by looking that she-”
“Macy is a great girl.” I said, biting back my anger.
“But honey,” My mom started, taking on a sweeter tone. “Kirsty is a great girl too, and she dresses much better than that other girl does.”
“Kirsty is a slut!” I blurted out, letting my anger loose. “I don’t like her! Macy is a better than her!”
My Mom’s face lit up like a stop sign on fire.
Thus, the scolding ensued. I swear I was going to be deaf from her way-too-shrill voice blaring in my face.
“You will not talk to her, and you will not have her in this house again!!” She yelled.
“Bite Me.” I said through gritted teeth.
My Mom struck me across the face. Hard.
Ouch.