Summary
On my first day at my new school, I established that my new deskmate was an idiot.
She actually announced, in public, that she wanted her dad’s mistress to be her “mom.”
Her real mother was so upset that she turned and walked away.
I’d grown up without a mom. Dad told me, “You could always borrow someone else’s for a bit.”
No ambition at all.
Why borrow one when you could take her for yourself?
If this girl didn’t want her own mom, I was calling dibs!











