Mommy Dearest
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any of the characters used blah blah blah . . .
Summary: I honestly have no idea what this is going to be about. I'll just think as I go.
Authors Note: I just really feel like writing.
1- Shoes, Toys, and Bad Language
"MOMMY!!!" six-year-old Lindsey screamed from her bedroom.
Ashley ran to her daughters bedroom as fast as she could only to open the door and find her surrounded by piles of clothes, toys, and shoes.
"Lindsey Marie Brooks, what did I tell you about screaming when there is not an emergency?" Ashley was getting tired of explaining this to her daughter.
"Ummm...only scream if...someone breaks into the house, a bone is broken, or something is on fire." Lindsey knew those weren't the EXACT rules, but she was close enough. And she said it with a smile.
"So what seems to be the problem? Other than the obvious fact that you need to clean your room?" She said while looking at everything cluttering Lindsey's floor.
"I can't find my shoe!" She said as she stood up and pointed at her feet, "See?" Ashley looked down to see her daughter with a shoe on one foot and nothing but a sock on her other foot.
"Yes I can see that. Lindsey this morning what did I ask you to do for me?"
Lindsey looked around just waiting for an excuse, when she got one. From outside she could hear her fathers car.
"Oh hey! You know what I think that's Dad. Let's go say hi!"
Before Ashley could say a word Lindsey ran out of her room and stood at the front door waiting for her father to come in.
Jimmy walked inside on his cell phone and went past his daughter with no more than a pat on the head. He walked into the living room and sat down while still arguing on the phone. Just as Lindsey walked in he screamed, "god damn it!" And then closed his phone and threw it on the floor.
"Daddy? What does god damn it mean?" she said too innocently to realize what she was saying.
"Oh baby girl I'm sorry Daddy was using bad words. And if mommy asks, who did you hear them from?"
"Uncle Spinner"
"You got it. So where's your mom?"
"Ummm...I'll go find her."
With that she left the living room with no intention of finding her mother but determined to find out what god damn it ment.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any of the characters used blah blah blah . . .
Summary: I honestly have no idea what this is going to be about. I'll just think as I go.
Authors Note: I just really feel like writing.
1- Shoes, Toys, and Bad Language
"MOMMY!!!" six-year-old Lindsey screamed from her bedroom.
Ashley ran to her daughters bedroom as fast as she could only to open the door and find her surrounded by piles of clothes, toys, and shoes.
"Lindsey Marie Brooks, what did I tell you about screaming when there is not an emergency?" Ashley was getting tired of explaining this to her daughter.
"Ummm...only scream if...someone breaks into the house, a bone is broken, or something is on fire." Lindsey knew those weren't the EXACT rules, but she was close enough. And she said it with a smile.
"So what seems to be the problem? Other than the obvious fact that you need to clean your room?" She said while looking at everything cluttering Lindsey's floor.
"I can't find my shoe!" She said as she stood up and pointed at her feet, "See?" Ashley looked down to see her daughter with a shoe on one foot and nothing but a sock on her other foot.
"Yes I can see that. Lindsey this morning what did I ask you to do for me?"
Lindsey looked around just waiting for an excuse, when she got one. From outside she could hear her fathers car.
"Oh hey! You know what I think that's Dad. Let's go say hi!"
Before Ashley could say a word Lindsey ran out of her room and stood at the front door waiting for her father to come in.
Jimmy walked inside on his cell phone and went past his daughter with no more than a pat on the head. He walked into the living room and sat down while still arguing on the phone. Just as Lindsey walked in he screamed, "god damn it!" And then closed his phone and threw it on the floor.
"Daddy? What does god damn it mean?" she said too innocently to realize what she was saying.
"Oh baby girl I'm sorry Daddy was using bad words. And if mommy asks, who did you hear them from?"
"Uncle Spinner"
"You got it. So where's your mom?"
"Ummm...I'll go find her."
With that she left the living room with no intention of finding her mother but determined to find out what god damn it ment.