Glass (Crank 2)

Want to see “mean”?] No!

Heather maintains her grip

on my sister’s arm. Really?

Well, she’s told me just

about everything about you.

Much more than I’d ever

choose to know, in fact.

What does that mean? Okay,

maybe I’ll just have to let

Bree out of her bottle after

all. If anyone can debate

the Cheerleader from Hell,

it’s Bree. [Yeah, let me out.]

Can’t. This is supposed to be

a celebration, not an insurrection.

Truth Is

I don’t know Heather

at all, but I despise her

already. It’s not just that

she’s freaking beautiful

or that she obviously

despises me, too.

[You’re jealous.] Yeah,

yeah, that’s part of it. But

what I hate most about her

is the way she seems to be

in control of my no-longer-

totally-independent sister.

Oh, Heather, do you mind

if I tiptoe in to see the baby?