Alright mom, you wanna know the truth? That lighter in my bag? The reason I'm out so late on school nights? The times I come home smelling like weed?
At work I host birthday parties, and have to light the candles with something. Kevin always drives me home so I don't have to spend any extra time with you. He knows all about the emotional and physical abuse. I come home smelling like weed because I have to wear this dumb rat costume covered in other people's sweat. Quit saying what a "bad seed" I am mom. I've done nothing wrong.