Anyway, what was I saying? he asks while he keeps massaging me. My shoulders do have a lot of knots in them, but I dont want The Creator to be the one rubbing them out. I want to say something, to tell him to stop, but Im so scared of offending him. Oh, right, he says, remembering his train of thought without my help. Every kid out there would kill for an opportunity like the one youve got. Youre very lucky, Jennetter.

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy