|time skip|

Goodnight Gregory! I say before turning my phone off.

I sigh and walk to the kitchen.

Great. She didn't even cook... I say rolling my eyes.

I go to the counter and grab two potatoes and wash them off with just water, and then put them in the oven.

How do I know how to make potatoes you ask?

|flashback|

Y/n!! Come here! A rather familiar voice called for someone.

Yeah mom? Y/n says.

Want to do a cooking contest? The nice lady who is soon to be revealed as y/ns mom asked.

Heck yeah! Y/n screams and jumps up and down excitedly.

Ok! Just look at the note on the fridge for information. Y/ns mom says.

Got it! Y/n says with a big grin on her face.

First we need to make a dessert and your dad is the judge! Y/ns mom says.

Yayy! I love dessert! Y/ns says before her mom shouts.

3 MINUTES ON THE CLOCK STARTING NOW!

Y/n and her mom were running around like headless chickens getting the ingredients.

|time skip|

They both finished they're dish which y/ns dish is revealed to be a strawberry shortcake.

Y/ns mother on the other hand made a banana parfait.

Now time for the judge! Y/ns mother says excitedly.

Y/ns dad tasted both.

They're both delicious but this strawberry shortcake tastes too sour which means... y/ns dad began.

Y/ns started smiling while her mother looked fake sad because they both knew y/ns dad loved sour things.

Y/N WINS!!! He shouts.

the room was filled with yays and aws.

Later on y/n went to her room.

Mom said I couldn't eat dessert until I ate some real food. But I don't want to ask her to cook because she's sleeping. Y/n says before going to the kitchen and looking at the note on the fridge.

She grabbed potatoes and washed them off and looked at the note for what time you should put them on in the oven.

|end of flashback|

(That was a pretty long flashback and it barley had anything to do with "how do I know how to make potatoes you ask?" But who doesn't like backstorys?)

Y/ns pov

I walk to my moms bedroom and knock before opening the door.

Hey mom? I asked.

What do you want. She asked not even looking at me because she's too focused on her laptop.

Wanna do a cooking contest? I asked in hopes she would say yes but that was a mistake as her face goes blank then sad then mad.

HOW DARE YOU ASK ME THAT? She screams and hits me making me fall and slaps me and she grabbed a glass bottle and hits me when it. which definitely will leave marks.

I forced myself not to cry.

I didn't realize why she was so mad until I remembered. Dad..

I got up off the floor before she could do anything else and ran out the room closing the door behind me.

After going out the room I hear her crying.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed my potatoes and put butter and cheese on one and ham, cheese, and ranch on the other.

Time skip

I finished eating and went to brush my teeth and grab the razor from the counter and make 6 cuts and clean the wounds and I take some pain killers and then went to bed afterwards.

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