J is for Jet black
Rolling her eyes for the ninth time “What do they think they are doing, getting all dressed, it’s just gross, how can they do this to me? It’s like they don’t care how this makes me look, I’m the teenager, I should be the one going on romantic dates not them. It’s just disgusting!” she sighed loudly.
“I don’t think it’s disgusting, I think it’s very romantic” Ashley remarked leaning on the headboard.
“That’s just it they shouldn’t be doing romantic or jazzy at their age, especially as I don’t …”
And off she went again on her ‘I’ rant.
What I wouldn’t give to have her jazzy ‘loopy’parents as she liked to refer to them in exchange for my professional-well mannered parents. Her parents brightened every room, mine painted every corner jet black with their silence and ‘educated criticism’, leaving not a smidgen of color in site. I was tired of her silly rant.
Picking up my backpack “Your parents obviously love each other, do you know anyone else at school who can say the same?
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