I nod at Ian's words and my mom shakes her head, "We're not worried about her drinking. I'm just...not very happy about the fact you guys are having that."
I smirk and keep from saying anything that would get me in trouble.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I sigh, "I just want to know what your problem is. I don't understand why you're so concerned with what Ella decides to do. She's your daughter, yes, but she's grown now."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy..." — Unnamed Girl from "Mean Girls"