I’m late, I’m late, I’m late. Mom’s probably already at yoga class. She’s going to be so mad. But that’s nothing compared to Dick Head.
Oops did I say that out loud?
Don’t tell my mom I called him that, OK? His real name is Doctor Richard Jones, and he’s my mom’s husband. I moved in with my mom and Richard two years ago after my dad died. Richard hates me. Sure, he acted nice enough until I moved in, but ever since then he’s been trying to get rid of me. As if spending thirty days in that rehab place he sent me to last year wasn’t bad enough, now he’s threatening to send me to boarding school. If he finds out I stole that money…
Do you think he’ll turn me into the cops? He wouldn’t let me go to jail, would he? I’m only 16.
If Richard threatens me, I’ll tell him that I know he’s cheating on Mom again. He promised her he’d never have another affair, but he’s been “working” awfully late the last few months. I mean sure, he delivers babies and women can go into labor any time, but every night? Mom can’t be that blind, can she?
Maybe I’ll get lucky and this Christmas he’ll grow a heart like the Grinch did. Heck even if his heart did grow three sizes, it would still be smaller than a hummingbird’s.
I can’t talk anymore. I’m pulling into the parking lot of the yoga studio where my mom takes classes. Well, where Mom and I both take yoga. I didn’t think I’d like it, but the teacher, Kate, isn’t all that bad.
Oh, no! It’s even later than I thought. Class started fifteen minutes ago. Wish me luck that Mom doesn’t tell Richard…
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