"Mum....mum....mum...mum!!"
"Marylin what is it for crying out loud?"
I rushed to the car door and opened it, sat in the front seat,and buckled my seatbelt. After minutes of panting and sweating, I managed to catch enough breath and explain to my mum the weirdest thing I've ever seen! While I was explaining to her, just by the look on her face it made me seem crazy.
"Marylin, Ronald McDonald is just a fictional character. There is no possible way this could of happened. Now eat your food before it gets cold."
So not even this bitch believed me? Is this something to lie about? Well if nobody is going to believe me, I know what I saw, I don't need to prove anything.
I rummaged through the paper McDonald's bag to see if they got my order right this time, and they did. Mum began to drive as I started eating. The journey back home wasn't as long as the journey here. Their wasn't any traffic, and I had something to do. Eat.
Which I just loved doing, especially since it was junk food. By the time we got home I had just about finished drinking my Sprite.
And you wouldn't believe who was there. No not Ronald if that's what you think. Think again.. Yeah, that's right Stan.
Now I know you might think why else wouldn't he be at my house? He lives there. But this time it was weird because he was just sitting in front of the house on a wooden rocking chair, which who knew where it came from. While he rocked back and forth. And all that was possibly going through my mind was me saying -
I rock my chair back and forth, i rock my chair back and forth, just rock it, rock it real good.
"Oh Stan, what a surprise to see you here..on the porch..what are you doing out here?" questioned mum, as she got out the car.
"Just catching some air.." he replied.
"Well if you want some air, i'll shove my fist so far up your throat, you'll get all the air you need!" I muttered.
My mum looked at me surprised, she shouldn't be, this isn't the first time i've said something inappropriately. You know that look your parents give you, when you say something which was rude, and they feel like your embarrassing them.
Yeah well that's the look she gave me. What I find rather odd is that whenever I say something under my breath, she always manages to hear it, maybe she has elf ears... no-wonder why her hair is always down.
"Okay. Well we just got back from the school admission centre."
"How was it?" asked Stan.
"Why does that matter to you? Don't act like you care!" I yelled.
Where the hell did that come from? That wasn't me I swear, it was my other bad side to me.. well then, I guess it's come back, you lot are going to have to get use to it now. Sorry.
"Marylin! I'm no longer going to put up with all this rude behaviour, where are you learning this from? you know what? Don't answer me! You're grounded until I see some change in your behaviour." warned my mum.
"B-b-b-bu-bu-b-bu" I stammerd.
"NO BUTS, GO TO YOUR ROOM."
I stormed straight past Mum, and Stan and I raced straight up the stairs in anger. When I was angry, it was a bit in the middle of metal patient+crazy maniac and as if their was a demon inside of me. Now if you know what name can be given to that and how it could be solved let me know!
