This is going to be fun.The school day passes in dribs and drabs until finally I’m released and manage to hop on a bus to return home.I open the fro...t door to the sound of shouting and smashing. I run into the kitchen to see Becky hurling a plate at Dad accusing him of cheating“HOW COULD YOU!!” she screams “IN OUR BED!! THE BED WE SHARE TOGETHER!!” she throws another plate which narrowly misses his head and smashes into the opposite wall. ‘I’m so sorry’ he repeated over and over again, but. So much better than Brad, whom I'd dumped last week when I caught him texting that skank Miranda Brenner. George was definitely better than that lame Stephen. Why did I ever think dating him would be fun? He had become way too much like my father, wanting to control me.“F that,” I muttered to myself as I capped my Passion Fruit Maroon lipstick. My lips were a shiny, vibrant red. It set off the blue of my eyes and made me look deliciously irresistible. My hips swayed in a new skirt I'd bought. ..”Tina’s turn:Can’t help thinking about Elise and Joe. Their house was bigger than ours, but in truth, they don’t need the extra space anymore. Their neighborhood is older than ours, bigger trees, all that. But their neighborhood is also getting kinda run-down -- houses becoming rentals with the attendant unkempt appearance. They might not want to rebuild.Our house is in a nicer neighborhood, semi-rural, but it was built in the ‘80s, and looks like it, at least on the inside. Needs a new. Now, Frenchie really did not know what a communist was supposed to do. All she knew was that there were good people and there were bad people. There were good people from the North and bad people from the North. There were good people from Saigon and bad people from Saigon. These days, it seemed like there were a great deal more bad people than good people.Frenchie knew she was different than the other people in the village but she did not really feel that she was different. She knew she liked.