Bookworm

Fucking baby

Lauren's sick. She caught the same cold I did. Now she
expects my parents to be her slaves, and my parents expect
me to be their slave. Yesterday, for example:
Mom: Sweetie, you want some apple with peanut butter?
Lauren: (in a fake feeble voice) Sure.
Me: I want some.
Mom: Okay.
Dad: Go help your mom make them.
Me: Why?
Dad: Because you're the one that's going to be eating it.
Me: So's Lauren, but I don't hear you bossing her around.
Dad: That's because your mother OFFERED, she didn't
suddenly belt out that she wanted some.
My mother offered because Lauren's fucking playing her cold
up for all it's worth, andthensome. She doesn't eat her
dinner, claiming that she's not hungry. Then she asks for
candy later in the evening. And you know what? They fucking
LET her. 'I know you don't have much of an appetite when
you're sick, sweetie,' they say sympathetically, but turn
the other cheek as she shoves Hershey's and Reese's down
her throat.
Bitch.