What's Up With The New Kid??...WHOSE LIVING IN MY HOUSE??

Not my morning pt.II

So I didn't actually break my leg, but still it’s not as if my day was much better.

"...So basically Hitler didn't like the Jews, so he sent them to a concentration camp, where he used poisonous gases to kill them but some people survived the Holocaust and are still are alive today. My grandmother from my dad's side was one of those who survivor and that's why she's my hero," I finished and looked up. What? No clap? It wasn't that bad. I looked at Mr. Tangey, my English teacher.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"You know, I tried really hard on this project. And this is like, the first time I did any homework, so you should be proud." 

"The project was to write about ‘A Catcher in the Rye’".

"What the hell is ‘A Catcher in the Rye’?"

"It’s the book we've been reading for past two weeks." And still, I have no clue what he's talking about.

"Then why did I write about my hero?"

"That project was due a MONTH AGO,”

"Oh.... Well then do I still get credit for this?"

"SIT DOWN." I quickly ran to my seat.

"Damn Mr. Tangey, do us all a favour will ya and take a chill pill."  The rest of the day didn't go too smoothly either.  

I got kicked out of history 'cause I fell asleep, even though it’s not the first time I’ve slept in that class, in fact it’s my nap time! And to make things worse, Jasmine wasn't in school because she was sick. And it looks like Josh is good with the ladies; I hope he enjoys getting herpes.   Ugh! I'm soo ready to go home.

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 Home wasn't much better. As soon as I got in the door, I jumped on the over-stuffed red couch in front of the television and started flipping through the channels. I stopped at an episode of South Park on Comedy Central; this should lift my bad mood. I felt someone sitting next to me on the couch but ignored it. I'm still pissed off about this morning.

"This is boring." Josh grabbed the remote out of my hand. Oh hell no! He started flipping through the channels.

"Josh?" I growled, trying not to jump on him.

"Yes?" He asked, oblivious to the fact, I'm about to kill him.

"Give me back my remote," I said slowly, as my fists started to curl into fists.

"Nope," He said, popping the ‘p’. Okay, no more nice girl!

"Give me the fucking remote and I won't shove a pencil up your fucking nose."

He laughed, "You're always making threats, you know, you're not going to do."

"You think I'm joking?" He nodded. Okay then! I slowly got off the couch and went up to my room. I grabbed the sharpest pencil I had and went back downstairs. He'll see whose joking. I jumped on him from behind.

"WHAT THE HELL?" He tried to get me off of him but he was no match for me. Cue evil laugh. So close. Come on pencil you almost there. Yes!

 "OWWWWWWWWWWWWW" He screamed so loud, that I bet they could problay hear him in Africa. I doubled over in laughter. The pencil was really stuck up his nose.

 "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?"

"Cause you said I was all talk," I said patting his head, after calming down. I grabbed the remote from his hand and put it back on South Park, with a smirk plastered on my face.

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Almost pissed in my pants reading this lol

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