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I swiftly glided my fingers over the hard, chipping keys as the message read –

"Sonny, ha, funny Sonny, me? Join a bake sale? That's gonna take a lot of begging and pleeeaaaaaaaaading!" Chad Dylan Cooper has a busy schedule you know"

Typical Chad to bold his own name.

I laughed as I read the message and then huffed as I knew the day would come very soon when I'd have to find him and grovel until he agreed to "grace us with his presence"!

Rob marched into the kitchen and I was thrown back into reality.

We ate in silence. I'm not gonna lie, Mom's never home anymore and Rob isn't fooling anyone (except Mom…) with his nice guy act. I watched as his disgustingly huge stomach practically had a life of its own moving around and squishing up against our wooden dinner table.

Gross.

John and Jacob ate they're food quietly…well except for Jacob's constant whining in his baby voice.

"Ewwwwieeee! I can see da wittle white lumps of stuffs on da pepperonis!"

We already went over Jacob's attention issues right? He must've been locked in a closet all day as a kid, or something… ha. Closet boy.

Of course, dinner wasn't dinner without John's occasional acts of violence towards his food.

I watched in awe.

Not saying a word as the dark haired boy grabbed his pizza slice in one hand and squeezed. In a twisted way…amazed at how the oil dripped down his grubby arm. He proceeded to rip up each disk of pepperoni into fourths, and of course smearing his oil filled hands all over the cloth, cream colored placemats I had bought my mother last year for Christmas.

Before Rob was any kind of threat. She had just started dating him then… I was sure it was just another little fling, something to keep her entertained and, well, Rob seemed nice enough…I never saw my life anywhere near this last year.

I watched silently as Rob fake smiled with his crooked yellow teeth and lightly scolded John.

"Johnny, boy, don't do that!" He said in a playful tone as he smeared the stain even larger on John's placemat.

The placemats I bought. The placemats that Rob insisted we used. The ones my Mom had said not to use, because we'd get them full of oil. The ones he pressured my Mom into using and convinced her to use with a meaningless kiss and a touchy hug. The ones she gave into using. The ones I'd have to clean the second she left the house.

John frowned and chucked his grease filled napkin onto the ground. Stomping, if it were alive, the life out of it. And leaving the table, cursing under his breath.

Rob shot me a glare as if the whole dilemma had been my fault.

I scooted my chair in closer to my mothers, she'd probably be here until morning.

I was saved from child labor until then.

I excused myself from the table, grabbing any empty plates I could. I might as well start racking up brownie points with Rob now. Wouldn't want him thinking that I was taking advantage of my mom being here…

I quickly rinsed the dishes and shot some orange scented Dawn dish soap on them. I swiftly passed a sponge over the dishes and I put them on a washcloth to dry.

I skipped down the hallway down to my escape. Or well…to my room.

I sighed contently. I never had "me" days anymore. I jumped, arms spread like a soaring eagle, onto my white and yellow polka dotted bedspread.

I flicked on the medium sized television in my room, something I was surprised Rob hadn't taken away.

I lied. I told him that channels 9 and 14 didn't work and that the volume on the control was messed up. Obviously after hearing about its defects he insisted on buying a larger, newer television for the family. (Himself) And he never really bothered me about my faithful television ever again.

I laid, relaxed, as I looked at through my see through white curtains, watching headlights flash up and down the road we lived on. I looked up and saw a large, beautiful moon above our home. I wished I could have someone to share it with.

I flipped channels watching, unmoved by the Home Shopping Network, Will and Grace, Regis and Kelly, and the movie channel.

Against my will, my dainty fingers stopped changing channels as we landed upon the face of a passionate Chad Dylan Cooper, he was acting out a scene with his love interest.

I watched, not being able to keep my jaw from dropping as he fought with her, similarly to the way we often argued. Back and forth, one worded statements.

"Your families water is nothing without my family's bottles!" sneered a girl with curly dark locks

"Water!" scowled Mackenzie

"Bottles!" she hissed

"Water!" he scoffed again

"Bottles!" she glared

There was an awkward pause as the girl yelled, her voice full of hatred

"I love you!" She said it almost the same way she'd say "I hate you."

Mackenzie flinched back in horror, caught off guard. I watched intently as his lips curled back, confused at what to say.

"I… eeee-yuh-arrrggh I'm afraid to fly!"

The episode ended as the dramatic narrators voice came on.

"Tensions Rise! Mackenzie Falls…."

I found myself laughing at the pathetic acting, as I jumped, startled by my phone's vibration.

2 new messages

I was shocked, almost as if Chad had caught me watching his show, he had sent me a message.

"Sonnnnyy…the day'll come when you'll be begging….." I could practically hear him saying those words, teasing me, probably patting my head as if I were inferior.

I huffed in anger as I wrote back.

"No it won't Chad." I went back and edited it. I added a scowly face.

"No it won't Chad : ( "

I hit send and I sluggishly went back to my inbox where I opened up a message from Zora.

She had been ecstatic recently, her parents had just bought her a cell phone, and she was texting everyone over every little thing…Of course she had begged until she had a cell phone case complete with pictures of dancing garden gnomes.

And of course well, need I go on about her wallpaper and screensaver?

The message read

"Do you have any ranch dressing or cottage cheese?"

I furrowed my eyebrows together, confused, and not even bothering to ask what Zora was planning.

I scrolled down lower as the message read

"I need them for what I'm making for the bake sale!"

I huffed, suddenly panicked if we wanted to have this party I'd have to set up this bake sale soon. And I'd have to recruit the cast of the falls…the cast wasn't the problem though. They'd probably help gladly. Chad was the problem.

I couldn't ask Chad, not right now…not after sending a message with a scowly face!

I'd wait until tomorrow, and I'd uhm…I'd be really nice so that he'd feel guilty teasing me! I'd ask him towards the end of the day…

Sonny Munroe will not lose her dignity!

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