Jenna cringed once again. She hadn't been slapped around like this in her whole life. She found it difficult to watch the road because of all the tears that puddled in her eyes. As she blindly steered her car down the long narrow country road en-route to Judge Landers house, Trisha kept up her relentless badgering and slaps to the back of Jenna's bald stubbly scalp every time Jenna made a mistake.
"What do you say if Barb's mom asks how you like school?" Trisha snapped.
Jenna winced and sniffed, "I'll tell her I like it...a lot."
"NO! You stupid cunt," Trisha shouted with another slap to the back of Jenna's head, "you tell her you LOVE school, especially since I'M in charge of it. Got it?!"
Jenna nodded her understanding. The continuous flow of nonsensical, impossible-to-answer-correctly questions poured from Trisha's mouth like a lawyer seeking a confession. No matter what Jenna said, it was wrong.
