Come on Ally we're going to be late I screamed at my nine year old daughter. I'm coming I'm coming she fussed. She didn't like going over to the Uley's but with Emily wanting to spend "bonding" time with her she refused to go. I had to force her to go almost all the time. As she plopped down the steps I could see so many of the similar traits that he father had. I'm ready mom I surveyed her outfit which looked something I would have worn when I was nine.
"You look great", Jacob chuckled from the couch.
"Dad," she grumbled. He put her in a headlock kissing her forehead.
"Have fun with Aunt Emily," he snickered. Ally grumbled some more and we headed out.
Why don't you like going over to the Uley's," I asked once again.
"Because she wants to do all the things I hate doing." "Like what", I questioned.
Ally truly was amusing. "Like cooking and baking and talking about feelings. Who cares about that kinda stuff anyway?" I chuckled.
"Have a good day," I stopped at the door.
Emily opened in a flash and smiled down at Ally. "How are you Ally", Ally put on the fakest happy face I'd ever seen anybody do.
"Hi Aunt Emily," Emily frowns but invites her in anyway.
"Have a great day baby," I sarcastically yelled. Ally laughed, "Bye Mommy".
She kissed me on the cheek and laughed walking in.
Emily looked back at me. "She's so much like you," she tried to compliment but I knew what that meant.
Neither one of us liked her.