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I watched him get into their truck as Harley stepped out, all while Mom went on about something.
“Jackson, are you listening to me?” she asked.
“Uh huh.” I wasn’t listening at all. I was too busy watching dipstick walk over to our SUV.
Why does she always dress like she put her clothes on in the dark?
She called herself a “fashionista”, whatever that meant. To me, she looked like a ballerina who pooped out a unicorn. She was wearing a bright pink shirt, rainbow tutu, red heart leggings, and glittered purple Chucks.
She always wore Converse sneakers. She was a girly-girl who acted like a boy. Every time I reminded her of that, she’d hit me. Still didn’t make any damn sense.
There were sparkly cat ears on her head and a bazillion different colored bracelets on her arms that went from her wrists almost to her elbows. A mermaid backpack was slung over her right shoulder with a pink furry purse, that looked like a dead animal, hanging from the other one.
I sat there staring at the walking disaster coming toward me, shaking my head.
What the hell?
Once she opened the door, I quickly looked away and moved as far from her as I could.
“Hi, honey,” Mom greeted, smiling at her.
“Hi, Aunt Bailey and Uncle Aiden,” she replied in the sweetest voice with a nice big smile.
I rolled my eyes, wanting to throw up in my mouth.
She was not sweet or nice. She was the opposite of that, and I had her battle scars on my body to prove it.
Harley sat as close to me as possible, knowing it would annoy me, and I couldn’t say anything about it in front of my parents.
She knew it too.
She was doing it on purpose.
I hate her.
I knocked her arm with my elbow, and she knocked mine back harder.
“Loser,” she mouthed.
Grabbing my notebook from the seat pocket in front of me with her letters, I started a new one before throwing the whole pad of paper in her lap.
They r not your aunt or uncle. We r not your real family. We r way better than u. Y do u smell like the poop spray my mom sprays in the bathroom? U smell like a fruity fart.
–With all my hate for u, Jackson
She smiled, pulling out her stupid girly pen with the pink fluff on the end from her purse. I’d broken a few, but she always had more.
They ain’t your parent’s either cuz u were adopted. Did u not shower? I can smell your nuts from here.
–Not love, Harley
At least my parents wanted me. U were an accident turned into a big, huge mistake. U must be smelling yourself, ass face.
–With all my hate for u, Jackson
I’m so done with u.
–Not love, Harley
