His dad greets us and now we're eating, how this happened I don't know. Blondie doesnt eat that much because shes a rich girl but shes pretty quiet. I found out that annoying dude has a really big household and they're poor. Figures. his family is pretty nice though, unlike him.
We get along pretty well and they think I'm a prestigious art teacher. Ha! Jokes on them I suck. I'm actually supposed to be attending university to be a nurse. It sucks.
We're all bantering pretty well, someone laughs, it's a getting along montage until that annoying little boy suddenly just throws a tantrum. "Why are we even accomodating them, she SCAMMED us. We're poor!" he shouts. What's his problem? I didn't scam him because I just got here plus I don't even know who he is.
"I don't even know who you are!" I shout in annoyance because of the false claim he keeps accusing me of. Like literally just stop. If I had emojis right now I'd be giving you a pretty colorful picture.
"You scammed us! You told my family you'd teach me art but then you ran away and took our money and now we're poor!" He answered back angry because that basta— he always is.
His dad tried to calm him down by saying calm tf down. He doesn't listen and probably tried to attack me I don't know he just isn't that important. But that comment literally made me so mad I shouted, "I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY MONEY IF I DID I WOULDN'T BE IN THIS DAMN UGLY HOUSE!" and then stormed off.
Goldilocks stopped eating and followed me hurriedly. Man what a beta amirite?
"We're are you going?" She asked me as we went out of the house. Went out is a bit of an exaggeration because there wasn't exactly a house to go out of, like an actual door. They were literally having dinner outside. But now that I think about it the place does seem pretty nice. Plus they had turkey. What kind of a poor family had an outside dining area?
"Anywhere but here," I explain. I'm so mad I apparently became the dramatic main character no one ever liked. And if you liked her: shame on you.
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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓
Short Storysomething completely nonsensical happens to a confused, sleep deprived and probably hungry 16 year old.