I eat a breakfast. I go to school. If I get below a 90 all hell breaks loose. When I arrive at home I have to play the one thing I want to burn in the fiery pits of hell, THE VIOLIN! I want it to burn, then burn again, then burn a few more times. I don't even want to play it but my parents make me. Then I do my homework. I can't hang out with friends because my parents say it will get in the way of my school work. When they get home they ask about everything that has happened like a stalker. They are the most aggravating people i know. Then it is time for our daily who can scream at each other louder competition. I start yelling then they start yelling or vice versa. They don't admit but i always yell louder. Then I go to sleep. Then I rinse and repeat.
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