Not Cinderella's Type Page #2

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please leave me alone.

I don't want your pity.

- [MacKenzie] All right, Dad,

it's your turn to cook tomorrow.

- Already?

- No takeout though.

- Why not?

- Yeah, why not?

- Because we need to

eat a little healthier

and that's your

cop out every time

it's your turn to cook.

- Hey, I'm the doctor,

I say it's healthy.

- You're not that

type of doctor.

- What's up, Bryant?

- Just thinking.

- Everything all right?

- That girl that

I told you about.

- [Roni] Oo.

- What's her name?

- Okay.

Shoo shoo, both of you.

- [MacKenzie] Sweet, all right.

- The one with the cat?

- Yeah.

Indy Zimmerman.

Not sure I'm ever gonna

be able to apologize

without her throwing

something at me.

The cat was a gift from her

mom before her mom died.

- Zimmerman, Indy.

Or is it Cindy?

- I--

- She lost her mother a

few years back, right?

- I don't know when.

How do you know?

- Okay, have a seat.

Come on.

Maybe if you know a

little bit more about her

it'll help you apologize,

be a friend for her.

- [Clarise] Indy, get down here!

Indy, what is taking so long?

Get down here now.

- No.

- Cindy Ella Zimmerman,

if you don't get

your butt down here this second

you'll be grounded again.

(footsteps)

What is wrong with you?

It is not a holiday, there

is no breakfast downstairs,

David has work, the

girls have school,

and I have people coming over

for a presentation at three.

Remember?

- Oh, my head is killing me.

- Ugh, so you expect

us to eat cereal?

- I'm sorry, I just don't

feel very good right now.

- Ew, you look awful, too.

Maybe I don't want

you spreading around

whatever disease

it is you've got.

Especially since I'm doing a

presentation on essential oils.

Okay, all right,

we'll have cereal.

We'll just have the

girls hide the mess

and you can deal with it later.

Hey, isn't this Jayda's shirt?

- There was a stain on it,

she said she didn't

want it anymore.

- Well, you didn't

work very hard

to get this out in the laundry.

Get it out and get

it back to Jayda.

(whistle blowing)

(crowd clapping)

- Hey, Maxton.

- Oh, hey, what's up?

Do you need something?

- Uh, yeah, I was

just looking for Indy.

Do you know where she is?

She wasn't at school today.

- I think she's at home.

She text me earlier that

she had a killer headache.

- Oh, that makes

sense why she's not

at your game too, then, huh?

- No, that's actually

pretty normal.

Her aunt and uncle

are kind of strict.

- Oh.

- You still trying

to talk to her?

- Uh, yeah, yeah.

- I'm sorry, dude,

Mrs. Wiggins was--

- Wiggins?

- Her cat.

- Oh.

- Yeah, anyway.

Special cat.

- Yeah, I got that.

All right, thanks, Maxton.

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