I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

My parents came to visit me today.
I wish they hadn’t.
I was yanked out of free time that I was spending with Reynolds to go see them.

There was my mother, looking very pregnant.
And there was my father, looking very angry.
I did not like where this was going.

Hi, sweetie!
Oh, Mother.
Always the fake one.

My father didn’t say anything, just looked around and tapped his foot impatiently.
Typical.

So, honey, how are things going?
How are you feeling?
Peachy, Mom.

I’m alright, thank you.
Nice eye-roll there, Dad.

I thought you would be done by now.
Ah, so he finally speaks.

I would love to be.
I hope that didn’t sound as malicious out loud as it did in my head.

Well, I think we’re pulling you out of here.
Are you serious?

You are?
I’m trying to hide my excitement.

Too damn expensive.
Of course that’s the reason.

What your father is trying to say, honey, is that we just don’t have the kind of money for you to be here anymore.
And what, with the baby coming, we’re going to have some extra expenses.
Doesn’t surprise me at all.

Should have you out of this money-sucker in two weeks, tops.
Don’t sugarcoat it, Dad, please, tell me how you really feel.

Thank god they only stayed for an hour.
Any more, and I might have screamed.

This is the last time I’m going to have to say it.

I’m getting out of here.