“that’s not my fault. and i’ve had mono — this is not mono, i never threw up with mono,” she said, reading the box. “hey, i have a job, okay, i can support a kid. i’ll do everything that michael doesn’t do with his own kids — i can’t believe jessica hasn’t left his ass yet, he’s a terrible father — so is brian, for that matter. neither of them take care of those damn kids. we take better care of those babies than they do. and jessica’s always working so she can’t do it as much as she wants, and sarah’s just as fucking lazy as brian — when brian jr. was born, the stupid bitch was like ‘his diaper exploded, i need help’. take his clothes off, trash the diaper, spray him off and then give him a fucking bath. it’s not rocket science — it’s parenthood,” she said, taking the test stick out of the box and sitting on the toilet, tossing the box to her sister. “yeah yeah, izzy’s the golden child, we know. you always have been. just tell me what lines i need to look for so i can put this whole thing behind me and i don’t have to tell mom and dad.”
“Well people all have different symptoms with mono.” She replied before groaning as she leaned against the wall. “But don’t you want to like travel or go to school and live your own life before taking care of someone else’s?” Izzy offered before reading the box in her hands. “Well you would obviously do better than our siblings but they’re also all basically idiots. And one line means you’re not pregnant and two lines means that you’re not pregnant. So like just pee on the stick and wait a few minutes. I’ll time it.” She offered as she pulled out her phone and moved to sit on the counter of the bathroom.