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smile.
Then her and her glued to her hand boyfriend leave.
Good.
My head hurts worse now.

The only thing I want to do when I get out of work is slip into my pajamas and close my eyes in my dark room. I can hardly see straight as I’m dragging myself up the stairs, ready for hours of sweet, sweet, sleep.
My door is open. I never leave my door open.
When I go inside I see my mother in my closet, dressed in a way too short red dress, throwing all of my clothes around. All hope of slumber is shattered. I just know it.
“Don’t you have anything decent to wear?” she shrieks. I’m not sure if she’s asking me, or if she’s screaming that loud for a different child in Canada to hear.
“Why?” I ask quietly, trying to make my way past her thin frame to get to my bed.
“Because you skipped out on dinner last night, we’re going out tonight instead.”
Oh yeah. My Step-Dad, Adam got a promotion at the insurance place he works for.
My mom met him seven years ago. He was looking for a clown to host some un-orthodox seminar, and my mom was looking for a clown for my sister Laura’s ninth birthday. They both had appointments the same day with the same clown, because crazy things like that just happen sometimes. They got married not long after that. Then they had my baby sister, Leena. They fell in love over balloon animals, and he’s probably been miserable ever since. But he’s been my replacement dad since I was about eleven. That part is cool.
Anyway, we were supposed to go out last night to celebrate his promotion. I’m sure he didn’t mind that I was sick and ruined things. I’m sure he won’t mind if I go to bed now. But she will, and everyone in Canada will know it.
My bed is just in my reach. I have an idea to crawl under my covers anyway, pretend I’m deaf and can’t hear her or something. Somehow, I doubt that would work.
“Mom, I really don’t—” I start.
“And why are you wearing those sunglasses in the house?” She turns toward me; her tennis bracelets make clinking noises as she places a hand on her hip. “You look like a freak.”
I take a deep breath, preparing myself to explain to her everything. If I’m going to do that, I have to do it all in one breath. Really fast. “Mom, I had an allergic reaction to these eye drops they gave me at Dr Helmet’s and now I have to wear these stupid sunglasses around any type of light.” I try to make myself sound strong, yet totally bummed that I have to mess up her image by protecting my eyes. The last part is just acting. I really, really, love messing it up.
I’m not sure when my mom became this way. When she stopped caring, stopped believing me.
Maybe it was when I was seven and told her I wanted to be a princess, maybe it was when I was nine and told her about my piano teacher being a little too friendly, maybe it was the fact that I was a constant reminder of the mistake she made by pro-creating with my real father.
The one I’ve never seen.
But I don’t get much of a response besides, “You’re going.”

So I’m dragged to the fancy restaurant, despite even Adam saying that I didn’t have to come if I’m not feeling well. My mother dresses me in the only thing that she deems decent enough to wear.
A dress she bought me shortly after Jack and I broke up. She didn’t buy it to boost my confidence, like a normal mother would have, she bought it for me to go and get Jack back . I thought I’d thrown it out, but it was stashed in the back of my closet somewhere.
It’s white with different colored flowers all over it, and the sleeves cover my shoulders so that my back and some of my arm tattoos are covered.
Of course this ensemble would not be complete without my shades that I cannot take off.
Adam sits next to me and my mom sits on his right side, or his spending arm, as Boo, Trei, and I joke. Laura sits next to her, and Leena, my five year old half sister, sits on the other side of me.
“Will you take those ridiculous sunglasses off?