I am so much older than you remember me to be. And if really what you think is true is true, then in high school we either get a good education or get pregnant. So take the ultrasound off my life. You of all people should know that if I'm out of the house for twenty seconds more than I said I would be, it does not mean I took that time to murder my crack dealer. But believe me, I made the best of those twenty seconds. That's twenty times I won't have to hear your "better" half takes out his daily stress by giving it to us. That's twenty times I won't have to smell the alcohol on his breath, fueled by that fucking tumor creeping through his bones.
But we all know he could care less. It's not quite a broken home, but I'm hoping not to be around when London bridge falls down. I'm not growing old in Salem's lot, because I've got plans to put you - and anyone else in my bloodline who manages to live that long - in a better place, far, far away from here.
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