https://archiveofourown.org/works/44854990/chapters/112918732 I was listening to Doja Cat when my dad brought me the letter. He sat it on my desk, where I was probably drawing. I don't remember. "This came for you today." He stood behind me, waiting. I stopped what I was doing to open the envelope, which was different shades of pink and gold. I could hardly hide my excitement because I knew what it was before I even opened it. I carefully ripped it open, and pulled out the invitation that confirmed my suspicions. It read "Mina Miller, You're formally invited to Ella Reed's Spring Lock-In, this Friday. All Weekend." It then proceeded to say where and what time. The smile I was unaware I had until I finished reading disappeared almost instantly. "A lock-in? All weekend? Do you really think I'll allow you to go to something like that?" my father said, his voice icy. I opened my mouth to say something back when I heard the front door open. "We're home!" 'We' would be pertaining to my step-mother, Rebecca, her daughters, Sophia and Lacey, and my sisters, Megan, Lisa, and Stacey. Mom left when we were young. I was 6. Megan was 4, Lisa was 3, and Stacey was a month old. She took my brothers with her and moved far away. We haven't heard from her since. I'm 17. Megan'll be 15 in a week, Lisa 14 in 4 months, and Stacey Just turned 11. Dad was broken for a long while after that. Then he met Rebecca, and all of our lives got better. Now we have a mom who loves us, and Dad... Well, he's getting better. He's still REALLY overprotective. I got up to greet my sisters and mom. "My room, ma!" I took one of those soul-borrowing stretches before the girls raced into my room. My room was filled with a chorus of 'M&M' flooded my room instantaneously, in a range of feminine pitches, the deepest coming from Lisa. Her hormones hit her harder than any of us. I was almost stampeded by my sisters. Mom waited by the door for her turn. I cleared the girls quickly, and ran into Mom's arms. She held me close for what seemed like forever, and I was reminded once again that I'm not alone anymore. I wanted to cry, but then I remembered the situation at hand. "Mooooom, dad won't let me go to Ella Reed's Lock-In!" I said, making sure to throw in a sympathetic pout. Mom looked at Dad with a stare that would make Hell freeze over in an instant. "Marvin, we've discussed this. She's almost 18. You need to trust her more." She proceeded to grab his hand and pull him out of the room, while he..
...attempted to combat her words with a "It's not that I don' trust HER, it's those horny children she's schooling with!" To which the girls had a good laugh. As I watched my dad being dragged, helplessly, away from my room, I knew after a little convincing (if you get what I mean), I'd be going to my first popular group party.
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