Parents

At first, Mom was pretty good about preparing dinners in the morning and sticking them in the fridge, but I knew it would end. I came home to a sticky note that said, "Pizza. 555-4892. Small tip this time." Clipped to the notes was a twenty-dollar bill. My family has a good system. We communicate with note on the kitchen counter. I write when I need school supplies or a ride to the mall. They write what time they'll be back from work and if I should thaw anything. What else is there to say?

Mom is having staff problems again. My mother manages Effert's, a clothing store downtown. I think that she likes to work in the city to see everyone's reactions. "Aren't you afraid of?" people ask.

I am honestly scared of talking to my dad. I feel as if he will want to get me to talk about why I am so different after the party, but the truth is, I REALLY don't want to talk about it.