"WHAT WHY!?" Julie yelled at her mom in response. She stood up quickly, hitting her head on the celing while doing so.
"THAT IS EXACTLY WHY, LOOK AT YOU." Her mom yelled at her again. "You look like a beanstalk, a freak of nature. You drink some probably infected disgusting shit that turns you into this, and you think you should keep it!?" Her mom was truly pissed.
Julie was distraught. She finally felt a little good in her own skin and now she gets called a freak by her own mother. She was holding back tears in the process.
"Now take that milk, and get rid of it. Burn it for all I care. And get me something to drink. You made my headache even fucking worse." She yelled while she threw a pillow at Julie. Julie ducked to walk out of the room, and finally shed a few tears.
"Get me a coffee! The headache I currently have has been replaced by one you caused so I should be fine. Also give me my phone. I'm gonna have to call the doctor to fix you." Her mom yelled from her room.
Fix her. FIX HER. Julie was absolutely livid right now. Her mother stood right beside her while she was being mocked for her physique when she was little. She was all caring and nice about it, but now that she finally looks good she believes she's a freak.
"She just wanted someone to share her own misery with, not to see them actually improve." Julie thought to herself as she grabbed the milk out of the fridge.
"I can't get rid of this. This is the best thing that ever happened to me in this shitty life she wants me to share in."
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