Mercy Date
As always, thanks to MaryGirard and Boheminxen for the editing work. Without their efforts in correcting my awful grammar, this would be mindless drivel. * ‘What the fuck, Mom?’ I yelled with an iniquitous look strewn across my face. Mom shot me a disgruntled glare, ‘What did you just say to me?’ I cringed at my slip of the tongue — not that I don’t curse, I just don’t usually go around doing it in front of her. ‘Sorry Mom, but geez, it’s my senior prom, and you’re telling me who to go...