Perfectly Dysfunctional
“But why do we have to move?! I don’t get it!”
“You’ll do as you’re told. We are moving, and that’s final.”
“You know, ever since mum died you’ve become a total arsehole! Whatever happened to ‘we can’t afford it’?”
“I swear Jennifer, another word from you and you won’t know what has fuckin’ hit you,”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged, standing up and grabbing my jacket, “Well you can suck it,” I said, slamming my hand down on the front door handle and wrenching the door open, “Because I’m not moving to England!” I yelled then slammed the door closed behind me.
England was definitely not happening.
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