I hissed at my father and the gang. I was so angry at them. How could they do this to me?! Dirk walked in as he scratched his head. "What's going on" he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. I death glared him and he back away. Dirk's father studied me. He smiled and patted my shoulder. "He's the perfect one for Dirk!" This was not happening. Oh please, please, please.
When we got home, I was forced to socialize with Dirk. I kept a distance from him and glared. He just stared at the floor saying nothing. After a while, he finally broke the silence. "Do...you hate me?" He asked. "Of course I do." I growled as he looked at me. We stayed there in silence when I said that. "You look cute..." Dirk said trying to get my mind off of it. It still didn't affect me though. I stood up and left a few minutes later. He sighed and left as well. He kissed my cheek and walked back to his house as I hissed at him.
I opened the door to my apartment. Everything was removed. I scratched ny own head and looked around. "Guys, this isn't funny." I said. I saw my father picking up a box. "Father, what's going on. " I aaid seriously. "We're moving." He said. "Dirks father let us move in. Come on, let's go. Somebody else owns this house now."
