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Dylan: nothing like a bit of family drama to spice up the morning

Typing appeared almost immediately underneath Sean's name at the top of her screen.

Sean: mam literally needs to get herself together I'm sick of this

Dylan exhaled, the knots in her stomach pulling tighter. It was easy to hope that it really could be that simple. That her mother could just... decide not to care about something that really wasn't worth all this emotional turmoil.

Dylan: couldn't have put it better myself Sean: funny, seeing as your the writer

Dylan snorted.

Dylan: *you're

Sean: asksdf piss off you know I dont care about grammar 

Sean: its a social construct, etc etc

Dylan: I mean yes, but I think we can also agree you only think so because you were rubbish at English

Sean: I can't be good at everything dill 

Sean: it'd be massively unfair

Dylan: alsjdhdiskahdka 

Sean: it would be 

Sean: im an adonis 

Dylan: omg

Sean: god at maths

Dylan: do people LIKE people who are good at maths??? 

Sean: im basically a comedian

Sean: [replying to: do people LIKE...] yes. Yes they do

Dylan: right. That makes sense given how many friends you had at school

Sean: THAT WAS OUT OF ORDER

Dylan laughed, a deep, genuine laugh, for the first time that day.

For as long as she could remember, Sean had been the main constant in her life. They were only eleven months apart, but as children they'd moved as a duo, inseparable, as though they were actually twins. Most of her school friends hated their younger brothers, but (barring the Attempted Drowning of 1993) Dylan and Sean had always been as thick as thieves.

Dylan: somehow I think your ego will survive it 

Sean: you're cruel

Dylan: that's what they tell me tea.

Afua smiled up at Dylan as she approached, five minutes later, with their tea.

"Ah, cheers, Dylan."

Afua accepted the mug and took a sip, and Dylan tried not to drop too pathetically back into her chair.

She loved her job—really, she did—but she also knew that the people who told you they loved their job (that they really did) were also the same people who spent at least thirty-six of the unnecessary forty hours a week staring up at the ceiling tiles wishing everything about said job was completely different. But Dylan did love her job.

Really.

It was just that her editor was fucking sadistic. 

"How's it coming along?"

Afua was eyeing her over the edge of her mug. Dylan groaned and leaned back in her chair, barely stopping herself from going full teenage angst and throwing her head back against the headrest.

"I don't know anything about astrology. Chantel just gave me this assignment to torture me."
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Dylan: nothing like a bit of family drama to spice up the morning

Typing appeared almost immediately underneath Sean's name at the top of her screen.

Sean: mam literally needs to get herself together I'm sick of this

Dylan exhaled, the knots in her stomach pulling tighter. It was easy to hope that it really could be that simple. That her mother could just... decide not to care about something that really wasn't worth all this emotional turmoil.

Dylan: couldn't have put it better myself Sean: funny, seeing as your the writer

Dylan snorted.

Dylan: *you're

Sean: asksdf piss off you know I dont care about grammar 

Sean: its a social construct, etc etc

Dylan: I mean yes, but I think we can also agree you only think so because you were rubbish at English

Sean: I can't be good at everything dill 

Sean: it'd be massively unfair

Dylan: alsjdhdiskahdka 

Sean: it would be 

Sean: im an adonis 

Dylan: omg

Sean: god at maths

Dylan: do people LIKE people who are good at maths??? 

Sean: im basically a comedian

Sean: [replying to: do people LIKE...] yes. Yes they do

Dylan: right. That makes sense given how many friends you had at school

Sean: THAT WAS OUT OF ORDER

Dylan laughed, a deep, genuine laugh, for the first time that day.

For as long as she could remember, Sean had been the main constant in her life. They were only eleven months apart, but as children they'd moved as a duo, inseparable, as though they were actually twins. Most of her school friends hated their younger brothers, but (barring the Attempted Drowning of 1993) Dylan and Sean had always been as thick as thieves.

Dylan: somehow I think your ego will survive it 

Sean: you're cruel

Dylan: that's what they tell me tea.

Afua smiled up at Dylan as she approached, five minutes later, with their tea.

"Ah, cheers, Dylan."

Afua accepted the mug and took a sip, and Dylan tried not to drop too pathetically back into her chair.

She loved her job—really, she did—but she also knew that the people who told you they loved their job (that they really did) were also the same people who spent at least thirty-six of the unnecessary forty hours a week staring up at the ceiling tiles wishing everything about said job was completely different. But Dylan did love her job.

Really.

It was just that her editor was fucking sadistic. 

"How's it coming along?"

Afua was eyeing her over the edge of her mug. Dylan groaned and leaned back in her chair, barely stopping herself from going full teenage angst and throwing her head back against the headrest.

"I don't know anything about astrology. Chantel just gave me this assignment to torture me."
...

Join the Library's Online Book Clubs and start receiving chapters from popular books in your daily email. Every day, Monday through Friday, we'll send you a portion of a book that takes only five minutes to read. Each Monday we begin a new book and by Friday you will have the chance to read 2 or 3 chapters, enough to know if it's a book you want to finish. You can read a wide variety of books including fiction, nonfiction, romance, business, teen and mystery books. Just give us your email address and five minutes a day, and we'll give you an exciting world of reading.

What our readers think...