My Little Thoughts

Ironic crash

My fat brother angered me yet again today. Ugh.
"Stop dancing like a dumbass and go shower! You smell bad, you know" He says laughing like a stupid asswhole.
"Dont try to be a fucking smartass cause your not. It's called excersing, and, it helps so we're not fat-asses like you" I bark back at him. He just shrugs me off like usual and continued rumegeing through the fridge. After a while of failed searches of food he goes outside probably to go to the store and doesnt see a car that was speeding by, caught by surprise he stops in the middle of the road and the car runs over his stomach and sqeezes blood and vomit through his mouth.
I stand there wide-eyed and smiling widely. "Hey, look at that, at least now youre not as a fatty as you were for the past 10 years! I'd say congrats, but, your dead.." I walk back inside and get ready to cry, fakely of course. I burst into my mothers room and scream and yell violently loosibg my breath trying to tell everyone what happened.
That night I go to the park in a hidden place not many people know about and call some of my friends and tell them the news. They arrive with drinks and food and we have a small celebration.
"Best. Day. Ever!" I exclaim joyfuly on top of a table and everyone cheers. When I got home I went straight to bed and had a pretty damn good dream. That I was the person driving the car from today.
On the funeral day I cried yes but had wide grin the rest of the day.

If this story by any chance offends someone I sincerely apologize I didnt mean to do that just sorry! K later!