Faux Fur
Everybody assumes that middle children are the “rebels” “troublemakers” “Black Sheep”.
Well, the black sheep is often just the person who sees through everyone else’s bullshit. And that is why I’m wearing black today to embrace and let my wool shine and my inner black sheepness.
We are now in a restaurant where the adults flatter each other and brag about all the shit they held or found.
“So I heard you are taking up Chemistry?” Mr. Stalin asked looking at me expectantly.
“Yeah.. I’m looking forward on making medicine for people to abuse and get high with.” I jokingly respond to which my mother didn’t appreciate but Mr. Stalin found it funny.
“Well, I wish you luck!” He raised his glass and drank the champagne.
“Mr. Stalin, if I may, I know that he is your only son and heir, but I would like to revise some terms and conditions regarding the merger. I don’t want my daughter to be on the losing team per se.” My Dad looked at Mr. Stalin and then me.
“Sure. Why not. As long as the deal stands and the engagement is intact. Why don’t we talk about the “boring stuff” in your office this Monday and spare the children some time to get to know each other.” He stood up along with his wife and motioned my parents towards the door.
So before all of this happened, we should go back to yesterday morning.
*cue RUMOR HAS IT BY ADELE*
