Geeze, why are people so annoying now-a-days? Don't they have a life? Niniami left to go somewhere yesterday, so it was just me Mustang and the three little pigs.
It was all quiet, and then...
"LOVE! CAN YOU COME DOWNSTAIRS PLEASE?" called Mustang.
"ARGH! FUCK YOU, BITCH!" I shouted, kicking my lamp desk, making all my drawings, writings and ninja stars fall.
I stomped out of my room and peeked into Fantasy's room. The door was wide open, and saw Fantasy, writing something down on notebook paper. "Knock, knock." I said in a serious tone. "What're you writing?" I asked.
"None of you bee's business." she replied angrily.
"...Isn't it "none of your bee's wax?" I asked, making sure, wrinkling my forehead.
"I don't care!" she snapped.
"Well then," I said, walking away. I smiled and came back to her room, shouting in her ear: "GET A LIFE, FANTASY!"
"GET OUT!" she roared, chasing me out as I laughed with victory.
I got on the stairs case and popped my head out, leaning on the stair railing. "You called?" I asked, with a bored look on my face.
"Can you go to the store and some ice cream for the girls?" Mustang asked.
"Why can't Katey do it?" I asked, walking down the stairs.
"'Cause I'm afraid something awful might happen to her, Love. Now it just-"
"Wipe my ass, Douche Bag." I answered. "I'm not going anywhere."
"You're not allowed to speak like that in my house hold!" she barked.
"I can talk anyway I like to, you're not related to me." I mimicked.
"Love, for a fact, we are sisters."
I didn't say anything.
"So, can you buy ice cream for the girls, please?" she asked.
"Fine!" I snapped. I went up to the front door and kicked it, making a huge hole in the middle. I went through, as awful thoughts went flying in my head.
"Anger management!" called out Katey.
"Shut the fuck up." I said, under my breath.
I walked on the sidewalk, blancing my sword on my palm humming Purple Haze, by Jimi Hendrix.
The lyrics ran through my head, making some sense,
Purple Haze, all in my brain,
lately things, just don't, seem the same.
Acting funny, but don't know why,
so 'scuse me... while I kiss the sky!
It was damn hot, wishing I didn't wore my long kimono and just wore my basketball shorts and tank top alone.
Wal-Mart was packed with people... and noises.
God, I hate the noises. People are so loud! WHY CAN'T THEY SHUT UP?
I went to the ice cream area and pulled out a gallon of Neapolitan ice cream.
I began walking towards the cashier, trying to pull out my wallet. That's when... I realized I didn't have a wallet.
"Shit." I cursed under my breath.
I looked around to check if anyone was watching. Apparently not. I walked straight towards the exit and I heard a whistle behind me. "Hey! You're gonna have to pay that." said a plump woman with whitish brown curly hair.
