Something Different -M&M Fan Fiction

Part 2

"Different" -Part 2

Loren: Mum and dad are coming!

Loren was so happy.

I just continued watching TV.

Loren: Stand up! Mum gave a birth on a child! We're going to see the new member of the family.

Me: Okay. I'm happy.

I didn't move.

My mum got inside the house, holding a baby.

Dad followed.

Loren; Oh my gosh this is the cutest creature in the whole world.

Me: It's cute.

Mum: HE. He's cute.

Me: It's a boy?

She nodded, smiling.

Me: Oh come on.

Mum: You wanted to be a girl, huh?

Me: I don't like babies. And you have no time to take care of it.

My mum got really sad.

She deserved that.

Dad was angry.

Dad: Oh alright girl. Go to your room.

Me: Excuse me?

Dad: You should behave better. Loren starts piano, violin and guitar lessons. She won't be able to take care of the baby.

Me: So what?

Dad: You're immature. Me and your mother are going on a business trip.

Me: Excuse me? How long will you be far away?

Mum: About six-seven months. Hopefully.

Me: Are you kidding me? Loren will be busy, you won't be here... What about the baby? Or the house? I don't know how to cook or feeding the baby.

Mum: We'll bring someone to help you.

Me: Ha. And what if she's a bitch, she doesn't brush her teeth, she's old-fashionable or-

Dad: Enough.

Me: No. No daddy. I didn't finish. I do NOT accept the fact that a WOMAN will live in this house. I'll be the only one who will control this place. Not a random woman.

Dad: It won't be a random woman. Your mum's best friend, Anne, will help you with all this.

Me: And who's Anne?

Dad: You'll love her.

Me: She won't tell me what to do.

I went upstairs in my bedroom.

I was so upset.

Marvel started barking.

Me: Come here baby.

I stroked its cutie head and I looked at myself in the mirror.

There are times I hate myself.

Why is this happening?

Ugh I don't like this.

Me: What am I going to do, Marvel?

It started licking my leg.

It's going to be difficult.

This is the only thing I know.

But I don't give a fuck.
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//Annie💛