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I hate Senā€™s mom. Hate her, despise her, loathe her ā€“ woah too far. Okay, so maybe Iā€™m exaggerating a little bit but as arms wrapped around my shoulders I couldnā€™t help but think of how Iā€™d made a fool of myself. Her uncharacteristic kindness made me want to flinch and her words made me want to hit her. How could she? How dare she? Obviously she knows I have a broken brain to mouth filter because I couldnā€™t hide that fact if I wanted to but for her to exploit it? Seriously?! She must be more sadistic than I thought. Sheā€™s Russian Viena, sheā€™s Russian. So what? I have a Russian mom and she is the nicest woman I have ever met; nicer even then Monikaā€™s mother. Being Russian is no excuse for being a bitch. That was what she did make me think. She was being a bitch by asking a question like that and then saying that it was just a joke. Come on! I mean, really. When you ask a question like that I feel like I have to answer and when I answer Iā€™m going to say whatever my brain wants me to because I have no control over that. I will pour out my psyche to anyone who asks the right questions ā€“ okay not anyone because I have more sense than that but the point is!

The point is what it is and youā€™ll suck on it and deal with it. Fuck off. No donā€™t. You get it.

I watched Sen run off and ignored the race statement because it didnā€™t really matter if he got more pelmeni than me. Iā€™m not really hungry. Iā€™m too busy feeding off my own anger and frustration and long after I heard Sen hit the main floor I got up off the bed and decided to follow after him. Slowly though, not in any specific rush to go anywhere in particular because I had no where in particular to go. Sure there was pelmeni and a family and Sen but I didnā€™t feel like I had to do anything to get there except walk and I donā€™t want to go any faster. A part of me wanted to call Monika and tell him but he didnā€™t deserve to find out that way and another part actually want to go over there and tell him but I had a feeling he might have a friend over or was busy putting the kids to sleep. Plus I didnā€™t think I was exactly ready to tell him even though all of me said I was. Then again most of me wanted to get downstairs and shove as much pelmeni into my mouth as I could but my stomach said it would only take as much as it wanted not as much as I wanted. Which pissed me off because I would not let my stomach rule my mind.

Then it grumbled in a sickly kind of way and I sighed. Okay, maybe it would.

Once I hit the main floor I made my way to the dining room where we always ate when I came over even though I felt it was too fancy of a location for someone like me. The whole time I was combing my hands through my hair to try and smooth out whatever his mother had ruined even though I knew there was no use ā€“ my hair always fights against me. Which is why I know thereā€™s a kick at the side of my head and sticks out and up like a little curl. A cow lick, thatā€™s what itā€™s called. When my hair is messed up I get a cowlick on the side of my above my ear. It annoys me because whenever people I know see it they get this urge to pull on it; Monika and Niko at the top of the list. I donā€™t get it.

ā€œAh! Viena, you have that thing at the side of your head! Heh, itā€™s so cute.ā€

ā€œStop tugging on it would you Monika? Itā€™s uncomfortable.ā€

ā€œOh, sorry. I justā€¦. I couldnā€™t help it. I had to.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s fine but really. You donā€™t need to play with my ugly cowlick.ā€


I dropped down into one of the seats that sat against the lengthwise side of the table and dropped my head onto the surface. Iā€™m tired, Iā€™m slightly hungry and Iā€™m still annoyed. Life couldnā€™t be any better.