"THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!" Wendy shouted, nearly busting down the front door.

You nearly choked on your Ramen. You coughed, hitting your chest to catch your breath. You inhale, setting the bowl down and look at Wendy.

"The hell is your problem?!" You practically yell - tears welling up in your eyes from nearly choking.

"I don't wanna talk about it!!" She threw her bag on the floor, storming up to her room.

"Wh-- WENDY?!" You called back for her, but her door just slammed shut in response.

You groaned, walking over to the front door and shutting it. You'll give her a minute to cool off. You ate the rest of your ramen, rewinding your TV show to figure out what you missed after the small commotion.

Once the episode was finished and your bowl was empty - you huffed out air, turning the TV off and putting the bowl in the sink along with the fork. You straightened yourself up and walked upstairs. You didn't bother knocking, just walked in.

"So, miss girl - what was that about, huh?" You leaned against the doorframe, arms cfossed.

Wendy was on the floor, ripping up pictures of her and Bebe, tears in her eyes. "I don't have boobs! But Bebe does!!!"

You froze. Appalled almost.

"I... you're in 4th grade... I think titties should be the least of your concerns, young lady." You said firmly, walking over to your hotheaded daughter.

"Well it's the most of my concerns!! I don't have any!! But-- but this slut does!!!" She crumpled up another photo, throwing it at her wall.

You groaned, running a hand down your face. This girl needed to calm down before she blew a blood vessel.