Log: Clarice, her mom & a guy

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Clarice goes home and there is screaming. Lots of screaming. She comes home early.




If there was one thing Clarice's mother was, and demanded of others, was puncutality. So when she told Clarice she wanted her home and wearing something 'dressy casual', Clarice was. And thanks to Paul, she was even dressed somewhat close to something 'normal', or at least, in nothing plaid.

"Hi!" she chirped, teleporting into the kitchen.

"Clarice Molly Ferguson, you are going to give me a heart attack!" her mother exclaimed, turning around. "I have told you time and again not to just appear!"

"You only told me when I first did it," Clarice rolled her eyes. "Remember that mutant school you dumped me at? They're teaching me to be better at this," seeing her mother growing more and more upset she stopped, "Whatever."

"Did you bring one of those image thingies?" her mother asked, noticing that Clarice was her usual purple self.

"No. Why should I hide what I am?" oh yeah, this was already going great, Clarice thought, "Another thing they teach, self-acceptance."

Slowly her mother counted to ten. And again. "Fine. If some anti-mutant hate group tries something, well at least you can accept yourself."

"Good then. So why am I here?"

"Hey Honey, I heard voices, is Clarice here yet?" a masculine voice called from the living room, a few moments later the owner of that voice came strolling in. He stuck his hand out, "Hi, I'm David,
your Mom's told me all about you."

Clarice crossed her arms over her chest, "Really? She didn't mention you at all."

Slowly he pulled his hand back and turned towards her mother, "Mary, I thought you said she had some sort of hologram thing?" he spoke as if Clarice hadn't been standing right there.

"Fuck you!" Clarice yelled, pissed. "I'm standing right here, don't act like I don't exist! You asked me here, I'm here. Take me as I am or fuck off!"

"Language!" Mary admonished, knowing it was a fairly useless arguement. "I'm so sorry David, she's not normally like this..."

"It's okay Mary, I'm sure it takes a minute or two to get used to suddenly having a stepfather, she'll be okay," David reassured.

A mouse could have sneezed and it would have echoed in the small kitchen.

"What!?" Clarice screamed, "Stepfather? Oh, no. No no no!"

"Did I say something wrong?" David asked, concerned about her reaction.

"I ah...hadn't told her yet." Mary responded, not interfering with her daughter's freak-out, yet. Finally she grabbed Clarice's wrists, holding her tightly. Clarice twisted as she had been taught in
self-defense, forcing Mary's hands open.

"Don't. Even." Clarice stopped ranting, shockingly calm. "Two of my best friends were nuked last weekend. Don't tell me to calm down. You don't even tell me you have a boyfriend and now you're getting married. Thanks for having some common courtesty."

"We hadn't told anyone about it, yet," Mary stayed away from Clarice, shocked at her behaviour, "Our engagement party is tonight."

"You didn't think to, oh I don't know, tell me you were dating!?" this was not going well, not at all, "Out of sight, out of mind?"

"I'm entitled to my own life, young lady!" Mary screamed back, sick of Clarice's me-me-me.

"I didn't say you needed permission, but it doesn't take long to drop an email or something. I tell you about my life, you just don't believe me!" she brushed a stray lock of hair out of her mouth.

"Now wait just one minute," David stepped in, "Your little clone story isn't exactly keeping your mother informed about what's going on."

"Fuck you," Clarice spat at him, opening a disk back to school, "Actually, on second though, I hope your dick falls off so you can't fuck again."