Alyse: Kaylee, it is after 8 o’clock at night. How many times do I have to tell you your curfew is 8?

Kaylee: Um, this is the first I’ve heard of a curfew? Not even when we lived in the city-

Alyse: Don’t back talk me! Say goodbye, we’re going home.

Kaylee: Is Garret’s surprise curfew 8pm too? Or is it just me who’s being punished here?

Yuki: And how exactly did your mom force you into a dress? Don’t you have free will turned on?

Kaylee: Turned on…? Nevermind, she just made it very…clear to me that if I didn’t wear ‘proper attire’ that I’d be out.

Yuki: Out how?

Kaylee: …Out of the family. She’d disown me. Kick me out. I really don’t know why she’s like this, sure she’s strict with Garret, but not to this extent. He could get caught wasted at a party, knock up a girl, and flunk out of school, and she’d still let him stay at home. But heaven forbid I wear jeans and a sweatshirt to school.

Yuki: That is messed up. I’m glad my parents are too busy travelling the world to try and micromanage my life. It’s just me and Candy at home.

Kaylee: Who’s Candy?

Yuki: My older sister. She’s usually out partying all night, so I don’t really have to deal with her. And speaking of Candy usually being MIA, do you wanna hang out some time?

Alyse: Kaylee Hargrove!

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After School

Garret: Hey, Kay. Why so down?

Kaylee: [sigh] It was just a long day, man.

Garret: Nothing the best twin hug in the world can’t fix! Come here.

Kaylee: Thanks Garret. Twin hugs fix everything.


I feel like Alyse got off work early just to make sure Kaylee didn’t change at school.

Alyse: Oh, now that’s lovely. Why can’t you just wear something like that every day?

I hate this I hate this I hate this 

Kaylee: I’m gonna be late. Good bye, Mother. Bye Dad!


Alyse: See Nathaniel, that wasn’t so difficult.

Nathaniel: She looks miserable! 

Alyse: No, she looks like a respectable young lady, the daughter of a top politician and a- mail technician.

Nathaniel: Don’t start on that again. And besides, shouldn’t you be getting ready to leave as well?

Nathaniel: Morning Allie 😉

Alyse: Not now Nathaniel, Kaylee stop eating and go get ready for school, I want to approve your attire before you leave.

Nathaniel: Alyse, just let her wear what she wants-

Alyse: Stay out of this Nathaniel. Kaylee and I have come to an understanding, so she is going to go get ready and then I am going to approve what she’s wearing.

Kaylee: It’s fine Dad. Mom’s right, we came to an…understanding…about what I wear to school.

Nathaniel: …And what was this understanding?

Kaylee: Just forget about it Dad. I’m gonna get ready now.


Nathaniel: You’re too hard on her. And what is this arrangement you’ve made with your own d- child?

Alyse: Leave it Nathaniel, Kaylee’s just learning that if she wants a place in this house, she needs to follow whatever rules her parents set for her.

Nathaniel: You mean what rules you set for her.

Alyse: Oh, shut up Nathaniel, she’s coming.

Alyse: Kaylee…

Kaylee: Yes, Mother?

Alyse: I seriously hope you didn’t wear those awful clothes to school.

Kaylee: [long sigh] Mom, will you just let it go? I like these clothes and I’m going to wear them. Can we just drop it?

Alyse: Absolutely not! I expect you to conduct yourself in a proper fashion in order to reflect on this family positively, and I will not tolerate this insolence anymore! Either clean up your act, or you will not be welcome here anymore!

Kaylee: What are you saying?

Alyse: Tomorrow you will wear a dress, and makeup, and I expect you to behave as a young lady should! No more of this tom boy nonsense! I don’t care if you don’t like it, it is what you are going to do or you’ll be out on your ear!

Defeated, Kaylee knew they had no choice but to comply.

Kaylee: Fine, I’ll wear a dress. But I’m not wearing my hair down.

Alyse: Fine. Now off to bed, a lady needs her beauty sleep.

Alyse: I sincerely hope you wear proper attire for your first day.

Kaylee: Of course, jeans, jacket, beanie, boots. Same as always.

Alyse: KAYLEE ANNE HARGROVE!!! You will wear a dress and will wear your hair down. You need to make a good first impression at this new school, and I fully expect you to be a well-behaved lady.

Screw that. I’m wearing whatever the hell I want. And who wants to be a ‘well-behaved lady?’ I sure as hell don’t.