"Mom, snap out of it. You don't usually act this way," Alana said.
Sierra broke away from Kyle for a moment, then gave her daughter the middle finger. "Fuck off, you bitch. I can act any way I want." Sierra smirked, feeling good about being rebellious. Why the fuck hadn't she done this a long time ago? She turned back towards Kyle and began to make out with him again.
Alana took a step backwards, her eyes wide. Then she spun around and marched back over towards Sorrow. "Whatever you did to my mom ... change her back!"
Sorrow stood up from the floor. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked the teenage girl, in that soothing, yet haunting voice she used when she gave people hypnotic suggestions.
"Well ... uh ..."
"Isn't it better to have carefree parents who have the same interests as you?" Sorrow asked.
"I guess so."
Sorrow could see that her newest suggestion was working.
Quill came back over, once again looking pissed off. "Did you just do it again?"
"No," Sorrow lied. She turned and smirked, watching Alana walking away. At least for the next hour or two, Alana wouldn't be angry at her. After seeing the anger in the girl's eyes when she marched over to her, Sorrow knew that she'd have to avoid getting hit again. This was just a band-aid for the problem, but it was better than getting slugged again.
