This is from Robbie perspective, If you can't tell from the chapter title.

I'm three weeks into the school year, and my Mom thinks I hate her.

I don't know how it got like this. It's a Wednesday night, my head hurts, Tambry hasn't texted me back because she's at yoga, I have a shitload of homework, and my mom picked a Wednesday night to totally snap.

She screamed at me, my attitude, my clothes, my grades, everything an adult could possibly criticize in a teenager. I came back with a little heat. She got all red and threw a book at me, and might have cried a little, but she's always too dramatic, so whatever. She told me that when she was my age she didn't hate her parents and act like an ingrate. (Who even uses the word ingrate?)

It's not my fault! She went to some private catholic girls school in Spokane, she's into novels, and card games, and tennis, and boring middle age lady stuff, she doesn't get me at all. So why am I supposed to get her, and all of her stupid hobbies?

Maybe I said some of those things.

Maybe I shouldn't have said some of those things but…

It's not easy being a Valentino. I kinda got pegged for being the punk goth kid before I knew I wanted to be the punk goth kid, I mean, my parents are funeral home owners for god sake! They couldn't have picked a normal job like Tambry's parents?! It's so stupid. I know she's happy. She's been more happy than I've ever seen her, since she remarried to Greg, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Greg isn't my dad and tries to act like he is, the jackass. He can't be my dad and HE. NEVER. WILL. BE.

It's so weird seeing your mom with another guy, especially when your parents were married for ten years. When your mom, Stacey Valentino, got pregnant with you at nineteen.

She likes to pretend it was planned and I was wanted in every way, but HOW?! I'm not stupid, I mean, when I'm nineteen, I'm not going to be all "ohh I want to have a kid and settle down with some person I met at a party blah blah blah" She probably had dreams. She probably would have liked to go to Los Angeles like she always talks about and turn her advice column hobby into a real counseling job, and go to college for something other than mortuary science, but she got pregnant with an "ingrate".

So she stayed in a dead relationship with Dad for ten years, out of guilt.

Christ, I need a distraction. I pick up my phone and there's a text from Tambry. I open it.

"Hey Robbie! ;) what ru doing?"

I type back- "nothing, really, babe. My mom got mad me."

"Oh im sorry! Wanna go 2 the bowling alley tmrw?"

My heart rises a little. "Cool, see ya there babe"

It's nice to have a girlfriend. A friend, even, really. Coincidentally, as I search for a pen to do my calculus homework with, I stumble upon an old picture of Wendy at the Mystery fair. She's smirking like she knows something I don't, with an ice cream cone in one hand and orange fair tickets in the other. Her long loose hair catches the light in the poorly taken photo.

I haven't seen her around much lately, which I guess just happens when we're all forced to go back to the hellhole called high school. Wendy isn't the type of girl to be dreamy, but ever since that crazyass last week of summer where I spent two days as a statue, she's been a different person. Nate said he thinks she's on drugs, but I'm not sure what I want to believe. When I do see her, she's wearing Dipstick's dorky blue hat and staring off into into space.

I'm not jealous. If she has a thing for a thirteen year old, then that's her problem.

We might have made up, but only halfway...

I crumple the picture up and toss it. I need to focus. I glance at the time, jeez, it's already six-o-clock, and all I've done is doodle those weird symbols from Bill's magic circle thing on my paper… It can wait until tomorrow morning. I'm hungry and Mom is going to need an apology. She isn't the sturdiest person and... I was a little unfair. She was a teenager too, I guess. I thump downstairs, and peer into the kitchen, ready to apologize and offer to help with the dishes after dinner.

But Mom isn't there.

Authors note-

This little storyline will probably be continued, as it ended on kind've a cliffhan ger/wtfwhydidyoudothat.

I know it's been a little while since I updated this story, but I haven't been lazing around! I posted two more stories, "Human"(Wendy based sadness) and "Corduroy Summer". (antigravity falls) Go read them!

I don't know who I'm writing for next, I mean, the only non lead I haven't done is Gideon, I guess. I don't particularly want to write for him, so we'll figure something out. I'm good at figuring things out!* thank you all for reading this and please leave a review to tell me what you think! ;( [winky frowns in perfect Robbie fashion]. And as they say in Canada, PEACE OOOOT!

Oh by the way, if you're a cartoon nerd like me, READ THIS - I saw the trailer for Infinity Train and it looks REALLY promising, you should watch it if you haven't already. Infinity Train, along with the Owl House are coming up in 2019, and considering that Owl House is by the amazing Dana Terrace, that show also looks like it's going to be awesome. Can't wait until they come out!

*hahahahahha oh, that was a good one.