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    Runt of the Litter – (Chapter: 8. Actor's Mask)

    Story written on August 17, 2011 by Tear-Storming Sea.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=20439
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    Can a delayed, epileptic Ashley win Spencer Carlin’s heart? Give thanks to those who begrudge us.

    For a moment, I’m to furious to speak. The moment quickly passes. "I’m not the bastard child," I snarl just loud enough for her to hear. "I’m not the illegitimate baby that your lovely daughter and my loving mother had because she was such a whore."

    "How dare you?" Her face as red as Santa Claus’ shirt, my grandmother leaps to her feet and screams. Combined with her shock of cropped white hair she reminds me of Christmas. You know, if Christmas ever manifested into a rabid Tasmanian devil. "You are the most selfish, ungrateful, disrespectful, disgraceful excuse for a daughter that I have ever come across."

    Most of the room is watching us now in various stages of alarm. Christine pushes her chair back and starts walking over from the other side of the room.

    "Do you think your father was a saint?" My grandmother continues, her voice getting louder by the second. "That lousy son-of-a-bitch got—"

    "Mom, can we finish this in the kitchen?" Christine cuts in tightly. With her skin pale and straining over the bones of her face, she clamps down on my wrist, tugging me into the kitchen. Her mother follows behind us. The room behind us breaks out into a flurry of polite coughing (don’t know when coughing became polite) as we leave.

    "What in the world is going on?" My mother demands the second the kitchen door swings closed behind us. Her eyes travel from me to her mother beseechingly. I stay silent. My grandmother, however, wastes no time in informing her that I’m a terrible child, bad seed, all that fun stuff.

    Two guys in my gym class last week saw two birds in the sky. One of them said, "hey, look. It’s two herrings." I thought it was pretty amusing, but Talise nearly exploded at their stupidity when I told her about it. People say stupid things all the time. Which brings me t—.

    "Ashley!" My head jerks up to see my mother looking at me very seriously. Whenever Christine needs to be a mother, she reverts to that role she had as a struggling single parent millimeters away from financial ruin but bravely holds her little family (it’s always a "little" family) together until she falls in love with and marries a rich guy somewhere. I think she won an award for that at some point.

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