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When I say my head is throbbing, it's throbbing. It feels like somebody ran my head over with a monster truck. Ouu or like i got slapped with a frying pan, shoutout Rapunzel.
No doubt I have a concussion. Ughh the game was going sooooo good. I was finally playing as normal. My mind was clear, everything was great. I honestly didn't even care that Riccardo wasn't there yet.... Okay maybe i did a little, but at least now i know i can still play well without him being there. Hmmm maybe my new charm is Marc Anthonie. Or it's my new gear, shoot or maybe it's just me, heck i don't know.
My thoughts are interrupted by the clicking sound of the door.
"Here you are, remember to keep the lights off or dim, also try to limit noise as much as possible." A voice says.
"Jelly Bean, cosa hai fatto?" Worry is evident in my fathers voice. I feel his cold hand graze against the top of my hair. "Guardala in faccia, Angel." he spoke again
( Translation: Jellybean, what did you do? Look at her face, Angel.)
Dang what's wrong with my face ?
"It's just a bruise, Ric. She will be just fine. Plus she still looks cute." My mom speaks
" Duh she still look cute she's my child"
"Please don't make me slap you in these people's nice establishment." my moms voice rings slightly louder than before.
"Can y'all please be quiet" My voice sounds horrible. It's giving chain smoker.
"Say sorry to my child right now" my dad sasses.
"Uh, not too much Riccardo." We not gone speed pass you, like you didn't miss the whole game
My moms giggles are soft.
"Who is this girl talking to?" my dad mumbles.
"And where were you?" I ask, eyes still closed. Head stilllll throbbing.
"I was leaving the office when your mother called me, I was just a tiny bit late." I could hear the nuance in his voice. Yeah feel guilty Wigga.
"Uh huh... Mother you have now been promoted to ' Favorite Parent ' "I shift in the bed as I speak. My body is aching. Liv must've hit me hard, dang.
"Oh mio Dio, Gabriella, sei così drammatica. è stato un gioco, figlia, non succederà mai più, promesso." he groans. Probably stomping his feet like a toddler, sassy men rise up.
(Translation: Oh my goodness Gabriella you are so dramatic. it was one game daughter, it'll never happen again, Promise.)
"mi chiedo da chi l'abbia preso" my mom chimes in.
