Well, here's mine.
Life. is. about. to. be. ruined. Here I am, standing in the middle of the living room, while all around me there is mess. Egg cartons, smashed vases. You name it, its there. I mean, how was it MY fault that my teacher gave my an extremely hard piece yesterday! Dad didn't have to yell at me!!!
Speaking of Dad, he has gone out to by milk. I think its his pastime. Lame pastime though. I shake my head. What was I going to do!!!! its not like I can clean in up in time.
*Bam- chick - BAM!!* the car backfired. Dad does that when he's angry.
Wait. Oh no. the mess!!! I run over to the big carpet next to the kitchen table and lift it up. I drag it over to the mess and dump it on top, so that it makes a kind of cover. Hopefully this is going to work. I sit on the mess and wait for dad to come in.
Boom. "Sophie. Where are you????"
"in here dad. " i say.
He walks towards me. And the lump of carpet. Here's the good thing about dad. When he's angry, he is extremely short-sighted. Short-sighted enough to miss the lump of carpet. And trip over.
Dad groaned as he lay on top of he lump. "I think you should go to bed, Dad." I said.
"Kay." he mumbled.
Now to clean this mess up.
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