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firmly.
                    “I
want to meet your mom,” Jeremy says, getting out of the car.
                    “Jeremy!   No!   Please, you don’t understand!”
                    He
comes walking over to me and puts his hands on my arms.   “It’s alright, Isabelle.   Nothing is going to scare me away.   I think you need someone to really see what
your life is like.”
                    My
body is fighting back really hard not to cry.   “Please Jeremy,” I whisper.   “I
don’t know how bad she is today.   You
don’t understand.”
                    Suddenly,
I hear, “Isabelle!?”
                    With
my heart dropping into my stomach, I see my mom standing on the porch.   “Oh no.”
                    She
crosses her arms.   “What did you do!?”
                    “Hi,
I am Jeremy.”   Jeremy walks over to my
mom and sticks out his hand.   I quickly
run after him.   “I took Isabelle to get
her hair done today.   Doesn’t she look
beautiful?”
                    I
watch with horror as my mom eyes Jeremy.   Suddenly, she gets a really wicked smile.   “Aren’t you scrumptious?   You said your name is Jeremy?”
                    “Yeah,”
he replies.
                    “I
am Isabelle’s mom, but you can call me Deanne.   Does anyone ever tell you, you have beautiful eyes?”
                    Oh
great.   “Mom, I just came to ask if I
could have some money”
                    “For what?” She asks, turning to me.
                    Grimacing,
I say, “I need a flat iron, and well, a blow dryer and some brushes.   I just learned how to do my hair, but I don’t
have anything to do it with.”
                    “You
took her to get her hair done?” My mom inquires, looking at Jeremy.
                    “Yes,
I did.   I mean, I can buy her the
stuff.   It’s no problem,” he replies.
                    My
mom shakes her head.   “No, I will give
her some money.   I guess I should have
been the one who took her.”
                    “It’s
alright,” I say.   “I had fun.”
                    “Well,
you do look pretty,” my mom sighs.   “Why
don’t I just give you my debit card?   You
know the pin.”
                    Jeremy
steps forward.   “You are more than
welcome to come with.”
                    NO!   JEREMY!   I quickly stutter, “It’s alright.”
                    “Yeah ..well , no, I am going to the bar…I mean, I am going to see
some friends.   I won’t be home until real
late,” my mom says quietly.
                    “It’s
fine.   I think we are going to get
something to eat, too.   Unless you want me to cook something?” I ask Jeremy.   “I did just go grocery shopping.”
                    Smiling,
Jeremy says, “No, you look wonderful.   We
have to show you off.”
                    “I
think she needs to show you off,” My mom laughs.   “You sure got yourself a yummy boyfriend.”
                    “Oh,”
I interrupt, “He’s not my…”
                    Stopping
me, Jeremy says, “Thank you, but I am the lucky one to have such a beautiful
girlfriend.”               
                    “Thanks,”
I whisper, looking at him.   He just winks
in reply.
                    “Let
me get my debit card,” My mom mumbles, as she steps to the front door.   Her footing slips a little.   Oh no, she has been drinking already.
                    I
run up to her.   “Mom, umm, do you want us
to drive you to your…friends?   Maybe you
shouldn’t