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First my FAVORITE necklece broke, then My parents annoyed me ANY way that they could possibly find a way to today...I mean, REALLY bad, not a little annoy, a BIG annoy and I couldn't escape it...I was stuck in a car
Then I was kicking my basketball around (hey, mines like a soccer ball honestly) the backyard (as I've been for the past 3 months now? Because it's the only way I can keep myself in shape with my legs and crap (Asthma will do a number on ya like that) What happens? I kick the ball up into the pair tree, of course right at the top. So seeing as it's a pretty sturdy tree, I start kicking it, and it starts to come loose. Mom sees me and she's like "HEY!! DON'T KICK THE TREE!! USE A RAKE OR SHOVEL" and I'm like "But I don't FEEL like using that maybe?? I'm NOT stupid!" - in my head. So I smirk and go over to the shead pulling out a rake and what does she tell me!? "Use the end with the stick, not the rake part itself" It's like.. "DUH!" WTF do I look THAT stupid or something??? So I purposely use the rake end just to get her back for alla the annoyance...THEN what does she do..? She goes to get the shovel to get it out..~snort~...v.v;;; so I get it out with the other end anyways before she gets to the shed.
The ball falls from the tree and nearly hits a plant that they planted in this area that was nothing but Broken sticks and crap from last year. Her comment was "NICE, right on one of the plants I bet! If you smash one your fathers gonna kick your ass!"...>:| So I said "WHY?! It's -not- MY fault that he planted those stupid plants there!! You AND him BOTH know what I do back here, i've been doign it for MONTHS." and she goes "Yes, it is! If you kick it and it hits it, it's your fault!" OMG! It is SO NOT my fault if it hits the stupid ass plant!! Not my fault THEY were STUPID enough to plant them there when they KNEW what I did!! x__x... so I say "It's not like -I- Control where the ball lands!" And they're like "Oh yes it is!" ....What did I suddenly develope telekenisis or something and they didn't tell me?!...v.v Last I checked, the ball lands wherever it lands.
So I just go ahead and kick the ball again and what happens, it flies over into the neighbors backyard with the HUGE ass fence ya can't climb over, better known as "Fort Knox" around this block. So I sit and shout and shout and shout and shout and shout for the Stuck up snobs to come out. (They ARE home) They didn't answer even when a fricken light was on and they were in the kitchen, window open. Soooo I go inside to grab my horn to get thier attention, pretty stressed at this point...and then decides to go around the block and ask them to get the ball. Well, ok. I guess that's cool, so I don't bother with that and I go ahead to the backyard again and to the fence to wait for the morons to come out back to look for the ball. They give it back to me and I'm all nice and polite about it. I hop off the fence and start to run around to try and stop mom from asking them, dad stops me to tell me I have a phone call. I tell him to tell her I'll call her back in a few, He says, why!? and where's your mother, I explain and he doesn't hear, normal the stupid deaf mute. Then he says NEVER again with the stupid ball EVER the ball is -history-...just like normal..v.v ~grumble grumble grumble~ same shit from him every time. So I run aaallll the way to the other side of hte block and have to tell mom 3 times, yes 3 that I've got the ball already. Then SHE says the SAME thing as dad!! -___-;;;; ~snort, snarl~ so I just don't wanna put up with this and I head to the house, my asthma REALLY bad, my stress and anger high. I'm sitting there trying to ask dad if moms back door was open and he says no, so I tell him Imma be sittin gout back for abit, figured it'd be good to chill out there for awhile. But noooo he's gotta ask where mom is AGAIN for the -5th- time...and thyen asks if Imma call marion AGAIN, then asks me WHY I'm going back there to sit...and again starts with that stupid ball...it's like DROP IT!x___x; not him though, oh not him. After I cool off a little I head back in and I hear them talking aaallll about me..and my attitude....aalll about me and my ball and crap. Ya know, maybe I am in a bad mood, but it was caused from most of THIER actions today and the hell I went through. Then I find out my friend can't go to this concert we've been planning to and -_-; MAJOR stressage
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