Right Kind Of Wrong

I've always been accused of taking things to extremes, My mother says I get it from my father. The woman who through me a surprise party when I admitted I was gay tells me I get my extreme over the top personality from my father. Who ever I get it from it doesn't matter, what matters is it's about to get me into a lot of trouble and I don't even care. She's making me do this. She gave me the damn diary knowing exactly what was in it. It's her little test to see if I pass and I never fail at anything. I'm really not going to start now. So with my plan in hand I am taking the first steps to prove to her I can be what Laura wasn't.

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'I don't get it.........' Of course you don't Ashley.

'What's to get............' I fix my hair once more in the mirror while Ashley looks over my shoulder. She has this look of confusion mixed with fear, like I'm about to ruin everything.

'I don't get the change...............' Change?

'Change?..............' She takes a clump of my hair and tugs it lightly.

'I fancied a change.........' She gives me that are you serious look.

'You went to bed last night with brown hair...........' And?

'And?..........'

'And now your blonde...........' She has a point.

'I wanted a change........'

'How did you even do it?...........' Sneaked out the house at four am and woke up the Idol hairstylist.

'Not important..............'

'And the clothes?..............' I look down at my new outfit, all tight and hugging in the right places.

'Not important...........'

'So what's important?.............' None of your business. 'Kelly?.......' Ignore her and she'll go away, just continue doing your make up. Which you can do by the way no matter what Ashley says. 'Kelly?.........'Silence. 'Jeanne........'Oh crap.

'You bi......'My mother ran in the room like there's a fire.

'She won't tell me what she's up to..............'Ashley pouts and my mother turns to me.

'Kelly what are..........what the hell did you do to your hair...............'I say silent cause getting smart with my mother might end with me in some sort of plaster.

'She dyed it...........' No shit Sherlock.

'Kelly?.,.......'My mother does her best standing with her arms folded waiting for my answer.

'I wanted a change............' Yea that's not getting boring to say.

'Carrie........'No mother I'm Kelly.

'Carrie......'Ashley repeats like a parrot.

'Your doing this for her........'My mothers all smiles now.

'Oh it makes so much sense...........the diary say she likes blonds?..........' Yes.

'No.........'

'And she's coming back today..........'Ashley turns to my mother. 'Carrie's back today.........' Think she heard you the first time.

'And she's going to go meet her. …...........'

'And tell her she loves her............'

'Ahhh........' Ok my mother just ahh'd

'Guys lets not get ahead of ourselves here..............' To late I think, my mothers all giddy and arranging dinner dates to get to know her daughters new girlfriend.