All Chapters of It Is Complicated: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Do you sometimes have trouble opening your mouth?You might want to scream, but all that comes out is a sweet 'yes'?Wouldn't you like to lash out wildly instead of mowing the lawn and loving your sister?Then why not try a Damien! The new, top-styled Damien will not only add to your vocabulary and almost make you burst, but will also turn your head for free!Isn't that a great offer ?! Just as always, there would be the fine print: "Living with a Damien can lead to nervous breakdowns, heart attacks, and aggression problems. If you experience these side effects, consult your wits or a friend's mind immediately."But who reads the fine print ...  ..........Another stupid, spontaneous idea, but I had no idea how quickly this would-be punk reacted. Just before my hand with the napkin touched his face, he grabbed me by the napkin and pulled me a good bit closer to him. Since I had leaned forward anyway, I

And take good care of her on the main street, will you?" I had been nodding mechanically for a long time, while my mother rattled down the same gulle as usual. "Oh, and good luck in physics." Mom gave me a fleeting smile, which bordered on an emotional outburst, gave Harriet a little kiss on the cheek and ruffled my hair. Well. I was afraid to look normal!"Have fun at school," she said, sipped her coffee and closed the front door behind us. Why did parents want school to have fun? That would be just like wishing a death row inmate a lot of fun in the electric chair! "Yes, hey, you'll die in a moment and all that, and it will certainly be hell for you, but still, have fun and bring me something!" I see."You, Johnny?" I had meanwhile let go of my sister's hand, after all she was old enough, and was walking next to her on the bike path with my hands in her trouser pockets. As if in a dump like this only one person got the idea to get up and ride a bike."Hm," I s

"Okay, so it'll be okay on Saturday," Minney grinned, brushing her long, blonde hair. Fortunately, you couldn't tell by looking at her now, in her sanded-off jeans, studded leather jacket and black boots, but Minney had once been a total chick. With everything included. She even wore pink dresses and had high heels to school in high heels!In any case, in my opinion, rocking suited her more. She wasn't fat enough to make her look like a lesbian in it, but neither was she so thin that it looked ridiculous. Actually, that was her aim, and I was convinced she was being avoided. Which was probably better for the innocent people out there too. As already mentioned: She likes to fight. With pleasure.We got off at the penultimate stop and walked the rest of the way to school so Minney could have a smoke first. She was old enough to decide for herself whether she wanted to poison her body and I said nothing more after she dumped the contents of my energy drink on me in respon

A vein began to pound on his forehead, which I would have found extremely interesting if he hadn't raised his fist angrily a few seconds later. Why could you never verbally duel someone without the other freaking out within minutes?“Heeeey, woouh. Shut up, you two. ”The newcomer suddenly interfered and squeezed between me and Michael, noticing that he was a lot taller than me and as the pimply hormone smurf Michael anyway. "You can't solve that by force."Michael gave the punk an annoyed look, pulled up his T-shirt and nodded to me with his chin pushed in. "I wouldn't open my mouth so wide if I were you, farmer!" I shook my hand off the newcomer and reached for my school bag. "And if I were you I would run into a circular saw, Forester!" Michael snorted, but ignored it and began to change at the other end of the locker room.I sighed, ran my hair and opened my school bag. Somehow I just felt the need to start smoking. But what could be said about a

"Can Monika spend the night here today?" And off we went. The little beast blinked its long, thick eyelashes and made big eyes. With this she could later steal money for shoes from her lovers, but I was sure not to fall for the scam any more!"You have to ask Mom," I replied soberly, pushing Harriet's satchel back up. She insisted that I wear it when I picked her up. I just hoped I would never be seen walking around with this pink unicorn satchel."She works so long," she whined on. Why was she bothering me with it? As if I could somehow influence it."Then ask Dad.""He doesn't like visitors."Now I was about to strangle her. Minney seemed to notice my hands twitching and put a hand on Harriet's shoulder. "We can ask him when we're there, okay?" Then the little girl finally quieted down and took out her Gameboy, on which she was playing some nonsensical pony game."Tell me," said Minney suddenly, pushing her way between Harriet and me. "How