Jen rounded the bottom of the stairs and poked her head into the kitchen, her parents were standing together in the kitchen, obviously deep in a concerned conversation when their daughter appeared and they spluttered clearly flustered by her appearance.
Jen’s brother was sat at the breakfast table and nervously dropped his spoon when he saw his sister.
“Good morning, I um… I’m sorry I’m late up…” Jen said, oblivious to her parents strange reaction to her, or assuming it was simply a combination of the fight she could vaguely recall from the day before and her being late up for school.
“Fucktoy!” Jennifer’s mom said in surprise and then covered her mouth her eyes wide in panic, Jen’s dad’s head whipped round to look at his wife in shock before he spoke.
“Listen, Fucktoy… I… no… Fucktoy… Its… I can’t…” His mouth opened and closed uselessly a few times, “Fucktoy?” He tried again, his words straining in confusion as he question his own voice, looking at his wife completely lost.
“Yes?” Jen asked, confused, she couldn’t understand why her parents were acting so strange, or why they kept repeating her name.
“Fucktoy Smith” her mother said and then made a quiet squeaking sound before she turned away. "oh my god... Fucktoy..."
“I… am I in trouble?” Jen asked, concerned, her parents only ever used her full name when she was in trouble. Her dad’s hands clenched into fists as he looked bemused and then seemed to panic at the suggestion that Jen could be in trouble.
“No!” He said, louder than necessary as the curse prevented Jen from being in trouble. “You’re absolutely fine, it’s, nice to see you this morning Fucktoy”
Jen grabbed a slice of toast off of the rack and took a bite as she looked at her brother who was nervously playing with his cereal. “Morning Tommy” Jen said with a smile through her toast as she opened her purse to check her phone.
“Morning… F-f-Fucktoy!” Her brother replied and then dropped his spoon, sitting mouth agape as the Smith parents looked at each other in alarm. Jen was too engrossed in her phone to notice and quickly hurried towards the door.
“I’m sorry I overslept, I had the weirdest dream and it just took it out of me, I’m going to miss the bus if I don’t go now, so, I love you and I’ll see you later!” Jen said between bites as she finished the toast, slipped into her cheerleading sneakers and rushed out the door.
“Have a good day Fucktoy” Jen’s mother called, unable to stop herself and the Smith family was left in awkward silence as their daughter disappeared up the driveway.
Currently Jen:
Wont notice that everyone calls her Fucktoy