ugh. why.

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"Hey,(y/n) Grab me another beer sweetie!" My dad yelled to me in my room. "Sorry, I'm busy!" I lied. I heard somebody coming. Probably dad. I rapped up my knife and pulled down my sleeves. He opened the door. I slid the knife under my pillow. "What are you doing that your so busy, eh?" He asked me. I saw he was holding a bottle of beer. "I'm making good use of my time. Why?" I asked. "Cause I don't see you doing anything. You are so lazy! Geez!" He said. "Mason! Stop yelling at (y

)! How about you get your own beer? Or even be done for tonight!" My mom yelled from the other side of the house. "Blah blah blah! All I hear from you is blah blah stop drinking blah stop yelling blah!" He walked out of my room and kept on arguing with my mom. I shut the door behind him. I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands. When will my life be over? I have a dad who is childish, not fit for fatherhood, at all. All he does is sit in the garage with his beers and his TV. He is such a JERK! I just want to cry when he raises his voice. I cant take it! I want out! I pulled out my phone and texted my best friend, who almost makes life good. It's good to know that somebody cares about me other than just my sister.

'Hey (y

). Do you wanna cut work 2marrow?' Allison texted me.

She is kinda like me, dark clothing and such. But she cheers me up all the time when I'm sad. Now I'm sad, so its her time, I guess.

'Blah. Work is boring. Sure' I replied.

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