As Debbie walked with the shrink ray, she heard her youngest child yelling from somewhere in the house.
"Moooooooom! Are you ready yet?!" she yelled from her room. Checking her watch, the mother smacked her head as she remembered her plans for the day. Nicole was spending the night at a friend's place that night, and she had to drive her. But as she recalled...Debbie didn't like those friends. Ever since she started spending time with them, Nicole had been acting out more.
As she moved towards Nicole's room, the pre-teen girl opened her door and groaned as she saw her mother still wearing her nightclothes.
"Mom! We're going to be late!" she said angrily. Nicole went behind her and began pushing on her back towards the door. "Come on! Let's go!" she groaned. Even now she was acting like a brat...
"Fine, let's go" she relented, moving to her car barely dressed and barefoot.
After a short drive, Debbie walked Nicole to the door and knocked several times. Once the door was open, Nicole ran inside to meet with her friends without saying hello or good bye. Standing at the doorway was her friend, Angela. The 45 year old mother of three looked rather tired, wearing a bathrobe and slippers. Her black hair was unmade and messy, and dark circles were under her brown eyes.
"Oh...hey Debbie" she said.
"Hey Angela...everything alright?" she asked, concerned.
"Yeah...just didn't get much sleep. Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on your girl..." she said groggily, yawning right after. Chances were, she would fall asleep as soon as their conversation ended. Looking to the side, Debbie frowned as she looked inside.
Nicole was there among a group of four other girls. She instantly recognized the closest girl, Angela's youngest daughter, Adrianna. The 12 year old girl was always a good friend to Nicole. But the other three looked to be around 13 or 14, and were all looking through their phones. They looked like bad eggs to her...
"Well...bye..." Angela said, shutting the door in her face. Debbie stood on the porch for a few minutes, feeling angry at her daughter's poor choice of friends. They were going to corrupt her child...unless she did something about it. Feeling the shrink ray in her pocket, Debbie had an idea...
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