Spencer jingled out her keys and softly unlocked the door. For a moment, she felt silence, until she heard the slight tapping of what sounded like a spoon to the tip of a mug. Sure enough, as she dropped her purse and removed her jacket, she saw her Mom, sitting directly at the head of the kitchen table. Spencer wandered in casually and went to the fridge for a bottled water.

Oh great, it looks like this is going to be a very bad version of "The Last Supper"

"We need to have a mutual discussion" Paula said in a hard tone.

"About what?" Spencer said turning around and grasping the middle of the bottle in her hand.

"Your friend." Paula said quietly but loud enough for Spencer to hear clearly and know exactly who she was talking about. "Once again you didn't call last night, as I so calmly and nicely asked you to do, one thing Spencer, ONE THING and because of that girl....."

"No Mom, I refuse to do this again, because here you go on your rant, I swear, with you there is no mutual discussion when it comes to Ashley, it always consists of you saying that she is bad influence, and then going on to list the A B and C reasons on 10 fingers as to why you don't want me around her. For me, this is NOT what I call a mutual discussion, this is you, telling me everything you think is wrong with a person I care deeply about." Spencer finished feeling confident about her synopsis.

"This is what I mean Spencer!" Paula spoke up.

"What is what you mean Mom?!" Spencer fired back.

"She's changing you whether you want to believe or not, I can see it..." Paula's eyed teared.

"No, What you see Mom, is nothing pass your close minded beliefs....at least Dad doesn't..."

"Oh do not even try to bring your father into this...and doesn't what Spencer? Doesn't care who you hang out with? Has no interest as to what's best for your well being?...What is it!?" Paula was now vibrating the mug that sat in front of her from her voice.

"I have every right to bring Dad into this, he is the other half that's suppose to make this family...and he's also the half that has taken it into his heart to accept his own daughter no matter who she turns out to be...or be with!" Spencer finally said it. A look of disgust hit Paula's face like a bullet shattering a car window.

"So what, what...what are you huh? Do you think you're WITH her now?" Paula's face continued to deteriorate with pure sickness.

"No Mom I'm not with her...."

Though I'm about one hundred and ten percent sure I want to be after tonight....

"I'm with myself, I'm with myself, everyday trying to figure out who I am and where I'm suppose to stand on planet earth and I thought you as a parent were suppose to be along for that ride with me, but you're obviously not!" Spencer let out a very angry heated groan before moving from the table and out of the kitchen.

"You are not leaving the conversation like this, young lady!" Paula stomped behind her and noticed something out of the upper right part of her eye, it was Glen and Clay, standing at the top of the stairs, hovering above the two ladies below.

"What's with the noise? I'm trying to finish a very important African American sequence of historical events paper, which is due on Monday!" Clay whined sporting his very worn down "Academic Decathlon" trophy shirt as night wear. Glen stood next to him and glared at him slightly.

Sequences of African American events...well let's see....Rosa Parks was a bad ass and didn't give up her seat...ah ha...I member one thing from the third grade...and then uhh..Magic Johnson got the AIDS or HIV.... whatever it's called, after that Michael Jordon quit the game and the other Michael turned himself into the scary white man.....I wanna go watch Rush Hour...but I sort of want a sandwich too....bacon and mayo on a bun...oh, or McDonalds...maybe I can take the car..... ' cuz L.A.'s got the twenty four hour drive thru thingy....woot woot!

"Mom....can I take the car to go get...." Glen rubbed his puckered out tummy over his half naked girl boxer shorts.

"Glen, now is not the time!" Paula snapped. Glen huffed and turned back to walk into his room.

I think I have cheetos under my bed

He bent down.

......yeah man!

"Mom, is everything ok?" Clay asked in a more concerned tone.

"No everything not's ok, because your sister thinks it's ok to go out with her friend and not give me the comfort at this time of the of night or the courtesy of a simple phone call!" Paula looked directly at her son the entire time, not throwing one glance towards her daughter. Spencer looked beaten down and run over by her Mother.

"I am going to bed now because this conversation is going south of nowhere!" Spencer went up the stairs roughly and stormed into her room shutting the door. Paula and Clay turned their attention to the noise of her door shutting, they sighed and then went their separate ways. It was hard to say anything, it was now one in the morning and anything left to fight out, had to wait until the morning.

Spencer changed her clothes and got into her "Ohio Is For Lovers" t-shirt. She turned out her lights and slipped into her bed. She grabbed her light up pen, and a pink sticky note, and wrote a few poetic lyrics down.

Morning sun, please don't come

just leave me here to sleep

for my fights are lost

my mind is crushed

though my thoughts run way too deep.

She then placed the pen and pad back onto her dresser next to her cell phone. She rolled over, rubbed her watered down eyes and yawned. As her eyelids began to sink, suddenly she was disturbed by a vibrating dresser. She rolled back over to see her phone, lighting up like a Christmas tree.