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Bernadette: 7_The ParentsAs her parents entered the room, Byrn rose from her position on the couch and made to escape. Unfortunately, they blocked her exit. Both were appropriately clothed for a fund raiser they were attending, during which they would talk to swarms of affluent couples, and the women would huddle together to discuss the latest affair while the men bragged about their businesses.
"Bernadette," her mother began. Byrn slouched against the couch.
"Don't sit on the arm," her father cut in. "You'll ruin the whole damn couch. It's expensive leather."
She rolled her eyes and stepped away from his precious furniture.
"Bernadette, I haven't seen you at the hospital in a long time."
"Maybe because I haven't gone."
"Your sarcasm doesn't amuse anyone. Your manners are uncouth. And why are your pants ripped? It looks ridiculous."
Her father stood by the door, glancing at his watch every few seconds, jingling his keys. "We're going to be late. It's embarrassing to be late for a goddamn dinner. Hurry up. It s
Bernadette: 5_Coffee ShopShe applied new colors to the dry coat, overwhelming the previous image. She filled in her blunt slashes with meticulous detail, drawing the painting closer toward the realm of reality. Its established viscosity faded into a fresh, delicate identity she had not thought herself possible of creating.
Byrn combed her canvas, creating elaborate designs to hypnotize the viewer. For once, she neglected the nagging image of Stephen that burrowed in the back of her mind. Her arm didnt feel quite so tired, nor her brush so heavy. Her fingers twitched in constant anticipation of the next stroke. When the fine hairs touched the fabric, she felt a sort of relief, and evenmaybe, possiblya sort of happiness.
The second the last bell rang, Byrn was on her way to her caffeine supplier, before she passed out from exhaustion and boredom. However, she found herself intercepted by Wily when she had only taken five steps outside from the classroom.
Dont sneak up on me like tha
An Intro to CharlieParents are evil people. They just are.
Thats what Ive decided. No matter how hard I try to be decent and civil in my mothers presence, she just brings out this disturbingly perturbed side of me. It makes me say awful, horrible things, and also instills this urge in me to claw out her eyes. . . . Is that normal? Maybe I suffer from dissociative personality disorder brought on by my inhuman excuse for a parent. Im 108 per cent positive that she came straight from hell and is Lucifers daughter. Seriously. Not even those mice that eat their babies are this cruel to their offspring.
All I did was ask if I can get my bellybutton pierced, and do you know what she did? She laughed and told me to bring the garbage out to the alley. I was already cranky because I was bleeding out my vagina, and she just goes and LAUGHS at me! She could have at least pretended to consider it. But, apparently, that is too much to ask. So, I screamed, Fine, you marmot monger!
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