Two weeks have passed and the trio of friends have been stronger than ever. Even after Miranda swore Lizzie to secrecy, did their friendship get better. But Miranda knew all too well, that with her life being so perfect, something would tear her so-called "perfect life" into a million pieces.

It was nearing midnight one night, and Miranda could not sleep. She tossed and turned but she just couldn't fall asleep... it was time for her midnight snack.

"Mom?" Miranda asked in suprise, as she saw her mom sitting alone at the kitchen table, "What are you doing here?"

"Mija, Why are you still awake?" Isabella asked, disregarding Miranda's question

"Couldn't sleep." Was all Miranda said, as she got out a water bottle from the refridgerator

"Mija, can we talk?"

"Mom, you know what?" Miranda, began "I'm getting tired all of a sudden, and besides, I know that if I talk to you about what I think you wanna talk about- we'll end up fighting, and I'm not in the fighting mood." Miranda said firmly as she left her mom to sit in the kitchen

Miranda entered her room, and closed her door lightly followed by someone opening it- rather harshly.

"Miranda, you will not talk to me like that! I am you mother!" Isabella scolded

"You sure about that?" Miranda, asked rhetorically

"What did you just say?"

While shaking her head, she she replied, "Nothing."

Isabella sighed, "Miranda, you are my daughter... why can't you talk to me any more?"

Silence.

"Miranda!"

"Fine," Miranda started, "You wanna talk? About what? About how Krissy sleeps in my room every other night because she can't stand you and dad fighting? Or how about the WAY you and dad fight? Or how about the way your children feel BECAUSE of the way you and dad fight? There are so many options that we could talk about, but unfortunately for YOU, mom, I want to get some sleep!" She semi-yelled

"Miranda, that is not fair." Isabella reasoned

"You're right, it's not fair! It's not fair that me and Krissy have to hear our parents fight over the littlest thing, it's not fair that we don't even know what going on in our own house, and it's not fair that two good kids have to live in a broken home that their parents created." Miranda paused before continuing, "That's whats not fair."

And they just sat there. Miranda, comfortably under the covers of her bed and her mom sitting on chair next to her desk.

"Miranda, be honest" Isabella began "have I been a good mother to you and Krissy?"

"Mom-" Miranda, started

"Mija, please." She stressed with sorrow in her voice

"Honestly, I don't know." Miranda didn't want to say it, but she had to "You haven't been much of a mom lately..."

There just sat there for a minute. No doing anything, but thinking. Miranda almost regretted what she said.

"Mom, that wasn't much of an answer, but-"

"No, mija. What you said, said it all- I HAVEN'T been much of a mom lately and I'm truly sorry for it."

"I'm sorry too, mom" Miranda apologized as well "But, you did want honesty."






::from laney
i think im losing my edge! i think the was a bad chapter... not good as my other ones =( see the thing is, i wrote this right after i woke up from my nap hehe... i guess u shouldn't write anything after JUST waking up... o well!! review!!