up on homework. It would be nice to have some of her time too.”
“She always asks you to join us, you brat. You always say no. Do you ever think about how it makes her feel? It’s like you’re rejecting her every time.”
Simona may as well have slapped me in the face. I had never considered how my mom felt. I tore out of the room and slammed the door. I shuddered.
“Feel better, princess?” I heard her roar through the closed door.
I ripped back in, picked her shoes up off the floor and whipped them at her. They bounced off her mattress and thudded on the hardwood. Damn my faulty aim. I marched out of the room and right into mom. She made me go back in and apologize to Simona for throwing her shoes at her. Simona was in hysterics.
At school the next day, Simona sang, “Hey Narissa, tell your soul-mate not to feel you up all day. We have to get home before mom. It’s your turn to cook supper tonight.”
I wanted to push her over, kick her in the ribs and spit on her. Instead, I looked at Bobby, and I