"Can i help you?" Lyndsey asked as soon as she heard he brother walk up the stairs. Crossing her arms and leaning back on the couch she gave them a cool look that said she was not afraid.
"We got a call from your school today" her mother said "they said you missed your last two classes."
"After talking to them" her father effortlessly picked up where here mother had left off, "they told us you have missed at least two classes a day since the school year started. You are failing five out of six of your classes, and you may not move on to the 12th grade."
Lyndsey shrugged "so, why do you care, you have your golden child, i am just leftovers. Just let me drop out"
"How can you think that, we love you both equally, but we are not happy with you young lady." Her mother said her face looking genuinely concerned.
"We have also gotten calls from the neighbors saying that you sometimes go out, not getting home till three in the morning. Drunk." Her father practicably spat the last word.
"Yeah you love us the same alright, too bad that isn't very much," Lyndsey said coolly, "and yeah sometimes i go out and drink, but why do you care, when you are at home you are usually drunk. I am just following the good example my parents give me. Spend as little time here as i can, and when i do get drunk enough not to remember."
"That is enough young lady, no more skipping school, no more sneaking out of the house, and you will bring up your grades." Her father yelled "if you are not at least two grades higher in each of your classes by the end of this semester you are out of this house. Do you hear me young lady?"
"Loud and clear" Lyndsey said dryly.
They continued drilling her about the things they didn't like about her. Her hair, her style, her boyfriend, anything that didn't fit in with there perfect Stepford world.