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    This is My Family..chapter 5

     Bette was writing a review in her study when angelica came storming in the room ” mummy! im
     gonna be late for kickboxing!” Cursing Bette jumped up to get ready. She was so into her article that time
     just flew out the window. Grabbing her purse and keys Bette and Angelica ran to the vehicle where once in
    gave off a heatwave that stifled both of them. Flicking on the air conditioning Bete waved to Mr.Benson who
    was trimming his hedges, Angelica slouched further in her seat. Once on the road it became awkward. Bette
    didn’t really know what to say, she was still hurt from when Angie snapped at her while Angelica really didn’t
    feel like talking. So instead Angelica turned on the radio, catching the local hip hop station. Bette turned down the volume a
    little bit, Angelica turned it back on. Not wanting to fight Bette left it alone and just turned down the window letting
    the breeze flow over her. Normally, like even a couple or one year ago Bette and Angelica would have been
    furiously laughing and tlaking about everything, and a feeling of such happiness would fill Bette to the brim. instead
    with the Angelica at the most difficult age it felt impossible. Communication was impossible. Bette felt like crying.

     However they made it to the centre, and Angelica got out and disapeared into the building turning
    around to give a quick wave. Bette waved back and revved the vehicle to pull out when a familiar voice called out
    to her. “yo lady….im feelin for a cone, what say you?” Bette turned around a grin on her face. “sure hop in” Shad
    opened the door and slipped into the sleek leather seats, feeling them all over again. Nodding his head to the hip hop station
    that was still on he talked non=stop to the ice cream parlor. Bette marveled at his ability to charm, normally Bette
    only like her own kid…but he was irrestible. And it broke her heart to hear his story. Shad’s father was in jail for 25 years for
    the manslaughter of a fellow gang member, while his mother spent the welfare on crack and orange juice. Shad
    took care of his little brother who was in daycare at a friends’s house but could hardly take car eof himself. Bette had to
    fight double to not reach over and touch him. Shad just nodded and soke in a never-ending stream while licking his cone.
    Bette had a feeling he was charming her for the free ice cream. But in truth she really didn’t mind.

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    Comments

    1. oh… now it falls into place… she is PMS’ing… enough said… its good to know angie and tina will bond …can’t wait till the next chapter… great up date

    2. I’ve said this before: had I said ANY curse word in my house, let alone ‘FUCK YOU’, I would have been picking up my teeth in the next room.
      These modern families. I don’t understand…
      You’re certainly making this familial conflict very real. Teenagers can be a trial and a tribulation to deal with. Bette has to step up.
      Thanks!

    3. PMSing or not, you do not curse your parent. IN our home when I was growing up, if you wanted to curse, you went down the street, turned the corner and hoped that the wind was blowing in the other direction. There is no excuse for Anglica’s behavior towards Tina and Bette’s behavior stinks also. Bette you are my girl,but shame, shame on you. You are suppose to be her parent first and buddy second and by the by, how about some support for your spouse. Where is Kit to set Bette’s straight when we need her. Kit would not put up with that s**t from Angie.

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