I used to wear Prada, now I'm wearing Hiking Boots, WTF?
"WHAT THE HELL???" I screeched.
My dad flinched, and my "mother" glared at me.
"Angela! How dare you use that tone to me!" She scolded.
I gave my dad a pleading look; I always was a daddy's girl.
"Honey…" He said turning to my so-called mother.
"No Bernard! Don't let her manipulate you! She needs a piece of the real world!" She told him, using the same tone to him as she used to me. The fact that she called him Bernard, instead of Bernie, showed how pissed she was.
"BUT M-OM!" I said, preparing to beg.
"Angela Akari Rivers! You're behavior is COMPLETELY unacceptable, this past year! You strut around in your little prada shoes, and Gucci handbags, and act like you run the world! Well, newsflash! If WE," She yelled, pointing at herself, " We weren't paying for everything, you would be out working like every other twenty year old!!"
"Okay fine, but why a farm?" I asked, my voice cracking. No! I told myself, don't let her see you cry!
"To teach you what its like to break a nail every once in a while," She said, smirking.
Oh god, these women is such a hypocrite! Shes the one with a one-hundred-fifty dollar mani and pedis!
Why'd my dad have to marry her!
"Dad! Please don't make me go!"
"Now honey, your mom is right," He said unsurely.
At that moment two tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt completely betrayed. I turned and started to walk towards my room.
"Oh sweetie," My step-mom said faking a smile, " You'll need these!" She pulled out two brown boots out of a bag.
"You're gonna need these!" She said before laughing.
Ohmigod, she's completely lost it.
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