the dum, dummer and dummest ways to fall in love

my mother says that their is a fine line between love and hate, one that can be blurred into this dark pit of anger and lust, she tells me this when I ask about dad even though she knows its not the answer I'm looking for. when I was little I would pretend that he was a spy sent undercover to save the world and it was even to dangerous for him to write, now I imagine him lying on the bed of a pond, a bottle of whiskey still glued to his hand.

As usual its 8:15 and I am still not ready for school, someone is constantly buzzing on the door bell impatiently while I blindly grab for a coat and a phone, luckily mine. rushing out the door I bump right into Mrs Garrett, Lucy's mother.

"Hey Ms G, how ya' doing?" trying to keep my smirk under control. Her hair is the colour of seaweed, which might of had to do with me, Lucy is sitting in the back seat, glum and I know that we are in major trouble.