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New short fiction, every week. The words you know and love. By Deborah Willis. The year my parents seprated coincided with the year I adored my sister. Claudia was fourteen, and was at the beginning of the long rebellion that would define her life. I wore the same outfit almost every day: jeans with embossed flowers and a green Cunt torture stories. No wonder I was obsessed with Claudia.

She listened to the Dead Kennedys and the Dayglo Abortions. She had purple hair and a fake ID that claimed she was nineteen and Babysitter wedgie stories Oshawa. But Claudia was a slave to the telephone and always Curse broken cave story of its ringing.

She was cruel and lovely and totally awesome. I snuck into her room to riffle through her shoebox of tapes any chance I got. First, two daughters. And now this: The Separation.

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Each obsessed over what the other was doing, or might be doing. These messages were angry or heartbroken or flirtatious. They were articulate, defiant, or funny.

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Usually, Supernatural x ghost reader and I forgot them entirely, or forgot the most important part of them. The Separation happened this way: first my mom left, and stayed with one of her sisters for a week.

Then she came back and my dad stayed in a hotel for two days. Then he came back because the hotel was expensive—separation was expensive! But one evening, there must have been an argument. It was one of the few times my sister let me hang out in her room, and sometimes I wonder if she was protecting me, if she knew there was a fight going on downstairs.

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We took vitamins, ate vegetables, and recycled. No wonder Claudia found it Eating cream pie stories to be a teenager. Her first attempt, the one she undertook the year of The Separation, centred on music. She moshed and stage-dived, and spent so much time thrashing around with other dirty, sweating kids that once she got scabies. And one evening, while Mom and I Supergirl sex story in the kitchen, she cut herself thick bangs, bleached them, and dyed them purple.

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I was doing homework, and Mom was drinking tea and reading a book Milf stories with pictures the Buddhist practice of non-attachment. Then Claudia stomped into the room, with her purple hair and her boots that left marks on the lino.

She heaved the fridge door open then slammed it shut. Claudia froze. She stood in front of the fridge for about three seconds. Then she stomped out of the kitchen. I twirled my pencil through my own hair, which had almost reached my chin, and wondered if Claudia had any of that purple dye left. Mom set down her clay cup, one that Dad had made. My homework still consisted of memorizing how to spell difficult words, like Bra connection wedgie stories and people.

Mom was always forgetting how young I was. We need to talk about that stuff in your hair!

Dad went as far away as he could on fifty dollars. He took the Greyhound up-island, as far north as it would go. Then, from a payphone, he called us.

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Instead, because I thought it might be a boy calling for Claudia, I ran to the phone, almost tripped over the cord, and grabbed it before anyone else could. The sound of my young voice over the line really did him in. When she got off the phone with Dad, she called her sisters, her friends at the veggie co-op, and her Amnesty letter-writing Bare butt spanking stories. Mom was always Swapping wifes stories to her sisters, women friends, and anyone else who Spanking stories blogs up for a little schadenfreude.

Even her friend who lived in a tree stump in Beacon Hill Park found a way to call. In her twenties, she came to understand how to really get to our parents, and her techniques became much more sophisticated. I ripped my jeans the way she ripped hers. I coloured my hair with markers from school, so that my head looked and smelled like blueberries. I made mixtapes and listened to them until they unravelled.

I took the music seriously—more seriously, it turned out, than Claudia ever did. It started as imitation, but in the end, it stuck.

Or more than average? She had been the only one of her friends who lived in a two-parent home, and that had embarrassed her. There was one thing I liked about it too. It meant that, every month, Claudia and I got to visit our dad Forced haircut story Port Hardy. On the first Friday of each month we caught the Greyhound at in the morning.

Claudia liked it because it meant we got to Story making out with mom a day of school. I liked it because it meant a whole day—ten hours, including stops—with Claudia. Claudia and I always took a seat close to the back, because we knew from riding the school bus that this was where the cool kids sat. My sister always took the window seat and put the armrest down between us. Really, how much cool stuff can you do on a bus? When all you had was the ten bucks that your mom had given you to buy lunch?

But still, when the door was sealed shut, we were fully separated from our parents—and this hardly ever happened, since school was full of parental replacements. That bus was our territory. Who cares that its seats made me lose all feeling in my ass? Or that the air that shot from the vents above our he smelled like old carpets?

Or that the sun poured in the windows and made us sweat? Our only responsibility was to call our parents from Campbell River, because they both insisted, separately, that we check in. Other than that, we could Gay gone wild stories or eat or say whatever we wanted.

For ten hours, between Victoria and Port Hardy, Nursing home sex stories travelled fast, suspended above the road and outside supervision. Claudia would arrange herself so her sneakers were against the seat in front of her.

She always brought a pillow, which she propped against the window. She listened to her Walkman and either slept or pretended to sleep.

And I sat beside her, which was my favourite part. Bi curious girl stories was one bus trip that was different. I feel like being by myself. Another thing that went wrong was that the last seats of the bus were already taken by people who were obviously cooler than us.