The house had become a war zone.
Jane playing pranks...
Then getting in trouble
again and again.
Things had gotten so bad an evil gnome showed up on the property. Of course Jane loved it! She even named it Constance....
Constance was trying to pretend everything was fine. She was a successful writer, had a coveted home, and a close friend that meant the world to her. TO celebrate her young life of success, she threw herself a birthday party.
"Oh Constance! The book you wrote about me is still on the best seller list! Thank you so much!"
Ah! Her life was going somewhere. Fame! People knew her name! Hopefully wealth would be following soon....
Constance had no idea how much Jane was hating her right now. She had never once had a birthday party. Not even a single present. And now she's expected to celebrate her mother's? HA!
"Maybe if I start bringing boys to my room..."
"Or maybe not! He's kinda crazy!"
"Haha! Titus! Are you ever going to grow up? HAhaha!"
Constance took her aside and furiously whispered at her
"You had better get yourself under control! You do NOT talk to my guests that way! You're an embarrassment! How do you ever plan to make anything of yourself this way?"
