Part 1

I always suspected that something was happening between Mom and Tina ... me-e ... "strange". But even I could not imagine anything like that - well, this is not quite true, in the sense ... I will lie, if I don’t say that I had some thoughts on this matter, but then ... well ...

Although, do not get ahead.

My name is Amy, I'm fifteen years old. I think that immediately after the divorce, my mother felt that she was losing influence on me, however, for me this is absolutely normal - I’m almost an adult, and I look older than my age! My mother is the vice-president of the district education committee, she is one of those who are called workaholics, but at home mom is something special. It is always whining for me to do household chores, to clean there and all that, trying, almost for me, to set a curfew, in general, that is still a problem.

But the real problem is that she will never make me follow these stupid rules!

Mama, you see, she thinks that if she has a lump in the office out of the blue, then I can be taught what to do and what not - not a fig. No, well, in a sense, maman tried, of course, to conduct soul-saving conversations with me, but as soon as I put pressure on her, she immediately retreated. I can always do whatever I want, because my mother will never stand an argument with me.

No, you just do not think that I - lazy! I'm always busy ... every kind of bullshit in school, girlfriends, guys, video games and all that! So I never sit idle, it's just ... a question from which to look. And as for mom - she herself seems to be nagging at a high, without him she wouldn’t take a single thing at home!

Maman is about forty, and she has no private life (therefore she tries to make sure that I, too, don't have her). She dresses up ... like a mom! Mamulek is not something that does not go on dates - she does not even think about it. I'm trying to direct her thoughts to this channel, because I want her to pull back all the way and leave me alone! She is so tight. I don’t know why, maybe five pounds for her are definitely superfluous, but her face is still very, very, and, in general, I see how the men are staring at her breasts. It terribly enrages me, because my very boobs grow very ... oh-oh-oh, like ... honey-flax-but!

So ... Tina ...

I first heard about Tina when she came to work at my mother's office. She was seventeen years old, and was in the compulsory practice in the district education committee. The school could not find her a place anywhere else, because Tina, according to her mother, had a peculiar reputation (so that does not mean). More on this subject maman did not extend, the content of the personal files of the students, the question is strictly confidential.

But some notes in my mother's head made me alert ...

Well, it means that the school management has pummeled this girl into the district education committee. Just work with difficult teenagers was one of those questions that my mamula oversaw. It was her strong point, and the idea of ​​such a mandatory practice belonged to her. Well, she felt for herself all the charms of this program in full.

Since Tina’s appearance, her mother constantly complained about her ... Tina, Tina is! She ached, that this girl does not put her in a penny! Sometimes maman returned home all in tears, and this is all during the first week of the muddy practice!

It all went to the point that someone had to shed blood.

A few days later, complaints about Tina stopped after she once returned home crying, pale and squeezed like a lemon. Mama refused to answer all my questions.

All this is somehow very strange.

And in the morning it turned out that there is no better girl in the world in Tina ... smart, obedient, she does an excellent job, la-la-poplar, weasel-shake. Then it turned out that mamma would be terribly glad if Tina and I became friends. Our communication would be extremely favorable for me.The last thing I want in this life is that my mother would choose her friends, but she clung to me like a tick and did not lag behind until I agreed to invite Tina to visit me. I don’t know why Mama had such a happy face when she heard this.

All that was left for me was to wait for the mother to sit on my neck for the chuvyrlu.

How wrong I was. Tina was one of those people who have nothing to complain about. She looked just awesome ... red curly hair and stunning figure! Her clothes were awesome - give me, I wouldn’t take them off in my life! She became just like an older sister to me, we constantly hung out with her, and also Tina let me vilify my things. Although mama was twisting, seeing this, she never told us anything in the face.

And although Tina was just a teenager, she behaved like an adult, and I must admit, I felt a kind of awe at her. Of all my friends, Tina had the coolest figure, and I was always embarrassed if she noticed how I looked at her with a mixture of envy and adoration. However, to my surprise, I noticed that my mother also did not take her eyes off Tina. It seemed to me that mamma wanted Tina and me to be friends, and that her behavior terribly enraged me.

I began to fear that the mother wants to steal my friend from me! With her, Tina was not as sweet as me, but it seemed that their relationship was stronger and deeper than one could think. And besides, I was sure that at work, behind my back, they constantly communicate. I was terribly jealous of Tina for my mother and felt betrayed! Tina seemed to notice this and tried to defuse the tension between us, secretly assuring me that I was her best friend.

In the darkest corners of my soul, a feeling was born that the more a mother spends time with Tina and the more she tries to please her ...

... the more she harbored a grudge against Tina,

and maybe even ...

... hates her.

There was no point in all this. Why does the mother behave this way? Does she want to make Tina a family member? Complete nonsense.

Over time, I got used to their strange relationship. Mom very warmly endorsed our friendship, and believed that everything was going just fine. However, she communicated with Tina almost more than with me. It was as if she lacked the fact that she was at work constantly side by side with Tina.

“Girls, if you need anything,” she said, bringing us a Coke. - I will be in the next room, my dear.

The rest of the evening my mother fluttered between the kitchen and my room, preparing food for us, and constantly checking whether everything was in order. In general, I was not quite comfortable in front of Tina. Mom's activity was not only tiring, but somewhere even suspicious.

When Tina came to us the next time, then mama prepared dinner. A real dinner with fried chicken and other goodies, and not some garbage from the microwave. She wanted so much that everything went "with a bang," that she spent eight hours at the stove! Yes, I could not believe that we just sit down and eat the whole thing.

And Tina looked around at the table filled with food, said that it all looked too pathetic, and asked if I wanted to go somewhere and eat burgers instead of this dinner.

I glanced quickly at my mother, and even though her eyes were wet, she smiled falsely. I also noted that her Tina did not invite with us. In the car, Tina kept making fun of her mom, then we ate some great burgers in the parking lot near the diner. When we returned, I saw that my mother was sitting where we had left her, and the food on the table was untouched. I was overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. But Tina and her mother talked about something behind closed doors, and all the problems, I think, were settled. Mom even insisted that we still sit down and eat, and I was pleased, because there was no usual grumble about me.

For the next week I could watch my mother more and more ...