>You are Molly.
>You are a 13 year old girl.
>You have a hard life.
>At school, you are a mediocre student and a bad test taker.
>Girls bully you. Boys bully you. You crush, Jeremy Davis doesn't even know you exist.
>After school is over, and a gang of chicas beat your lily white ass senseless, you return home.
>Hell, Sweet hell.
>After entering the front door, you are bombarded with your family problems.
>"Molly, Dad's in jail. AGAIN! Call the family lawyer. I'm going to the bank to make bail." Molly's mother orders as she exits the door.
>"Molly, get Unke Mike another brew, will ya?" Molly's alcoholic uncle demands.
>"MOLLY! WHERE'S MY LIGHTER? I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF I FIND IT IN YOUR ROOM, YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD!!!!!" you stoner sister yells from upstairs.
>Although she smokes the ganja, she is not mellow or laid back as the sterotype asserts.
>You sigh as you prepare to keep the family from imploding.
>You feel a nudge on your ankle.
>It's the family fluffy pony, Mary.
>Perhaps Mary's childlike sense of wonder and innocence will help lighten the mood.
>"Mowwy! Mawy pwegnant. Babbehs coming! Whewe daddy?!"
>You process the information.
>Your family pet, your best friends, is pregnant.
>And she doesn't know who or WHERE the father is.
>And to top this sundae off?
>The prom's tomorrow.