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Sweat, blood, and tears. That kind of described the ride to Tori's house. Momma insisted on playing her scary, teenage rage music. Not only was it giving me the biggest migraine known to man, she was also poisoning the mind of Skyla, who seemed to be enjoying it for unknown reasons.

"Can you please turn it down?" I screeched over the drums.

"NO!" she screamed, using her usual rebuttal.

I had never been more excited to see Tori's house in my entire life. I jumped out of the car and gladly landed face first in the grass. "Air, sweet air…"

"Get up, Cat," momma complained, pulling me to my feet.

"That was torture and you know it," I said.

She shrugged. I watched Skyla cautiously step out of the vehicle. I could still see her head banging from the aftershock of the music.

"Would you please take that off?" I begged, referring to her wig.

"No thanks, I'm good," she said.

I sighed. "I give up." I walked to the front door and just walked in. Knocking would take up time, and I honestly don't know if I have any time left in me. I'm gonna fail school and become a professional hobo.

"Um…" Tori started as I flung myself on her couch. "Hi?"

"Hi," I mumbled.

"Where are the others?"

"Jade and Skyla are out there," I talked into the pillow, aimlessly pointing at the door.

I sat up and watched as they walked in, momma closing the door behind them.

"Um…" Tori stuttered again. "What's happenin' with the…"

I noticed she was motioning to Skyla's head.

"Jade happened," I finished. "And Skyla," I stood up, "should take off the stupid wig."

"She should not," momma inserted.

Skyla clutched her fake hair, as if to say she wasn't letting it go. Let me tell you something, as soon as I get her in my hands, that wig is being burned in an unholy ceremony. She didn't look anything like my Skyla at all.

What did I just say?

"I thought you gave up," momma pointed out.

"I take it back, now take it off," I demanded.

"No!" Skyla yelled.

"Tori thinks it looks great, right?" momma quizzed.

Tori looked at the two of them, also becoming aware of the eerie resemblance. "Um…"

Momma took a step forward. Tori took a step back.

"I think it looks great," Tori gritted through her teeth.

I groaned and pulled Skyla up on to the couch with me. I managed to hold her still and whisper in her ear. "Take it off right now or I'm leaving you here with Tori."

Skyla immediately snapped out of her state of defiance and ripped the piece off her head, throwing it at my momma. "It's gone."

"Good choice," I said, feeling slightly proud of my parental skills.

I pulled the cap off of her and shoved it into my bag. She shook out her hair and returned to pouting. I heard a knock on the door. Only Tori and I knew who that was. Jade was still oblivious and Skyla was too involved in her mess of a mane.

"I'll get it," Tori said, walking towards the wooden entrance.

I watched momma the whole time. I watched her eyes widen as he was unveiled. I watched her immediately turn to me. And that is when I realized I had nothing else planned.

"Surprise!" I yelled, hoping it would cover.

Momma grabbed her black handbag. I heard my dad's voice from the doorway. "Jade."

She didn't respond, though. "I'm going home," she said as she walked towards the other door to the porch.

I pushed Skyla off the couch. "Go, kid, use your charm."

She seemed to know what to do because she ran after momma at full speed, pulling on her arm. "Stay!" I heard her yell.

I watched momma turn around and look at her, getting down on her knees. The rest of their conversation was spoken in hushed whispers.

I looked at dad. The door was now closed and he was running his hand through his hair. He wanted momma back more than anything. I could see it. His body language was awkward. He knew that the love of his life was in the same room and she didn't want to go anywhere near him. It must have sucked.

Tori was sitting on the couch again, her eyebrows furrowed, looking at her geometry book. She was obviously regretting her decision to let us all come over on a Monday night. I heard the doorbell again. Dad turned to open it and I saw the curls immediately. Robbie was here, too.

"What up, my peeps?" he greeted with a wave.

"Hi," I greeted, as peppy as possible.

Heh. Peppy as possible.

"Hey," Tori waved. "You ready to teach me thingies?"

"I'm a-ready," he said, sitting down next to her.

My eyes trained themselves back on dad. He was still staring at momma and Skyla, unaware of me keeping track of his every move.

A minute later, I felt Skyla's presence next to me again. I turned around and saw Jade sullenly walking towards me.

"You owe me, baby girl," she said as she plopped down next to me. I don't know if she was talking to me or Skyla.

I saw dad walking towards us. "Hey," he said, hovering over momma.

She blatantly ignored him, sipping her coffee.

"Oh, for the love of God," I complained, running off towards the bathroom, leaving them all in their confused states.

I locked the door and pressed my back up against it, slowly sliding to the floor. The next thing I heard was a gentle knocking, about ten minutes later.

"Cat?"

Robbie.

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