Delusional Mistake

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Chapter 4:

Once I had settled in inside the guest room I got bored and everyone knows when I get bored I tend to get in trouble. So I went downstairs to the kitchen to get a snack that can cure my boredom.

Proven Fact: Snacking can cure boredom effectively!

Another Proven Fact: Walking in the kitchen and washing your hands in the sink without drying them off first will drip on the floor and second off make a nice size puddle. So when you start to take a step you slip and when you slip you fall on your face.

So long story short you should keep paper towels by the sink or you will end up on the floor flat on your face like moi.

Gosh my face hurts!

Rolling over on the floor and groaning can cause some unwanted attention. I mean who wants to be confronted while they’re in pain? I don’t!

But it’s okay because the universe was on my side with that one.

Not!

The delusional boy found me on the kitchen floor and guess what he did… he laughed!

The little fudge-muncher laughed!

Ninja Mode: ON

I jumped up startling him and grabbed his hand and flipped him over. He landed on his back with a thud and that’s when my dad walked in.

I was laughing at Justin and Justin was most definitely in pain.

My dad looked shocked then it faded once realization took over his features and he chuckled.

“You laughed at her, didn’t you?” my dad asked knowingly.

Justin uttered out the word or not word “Yeah” and groaned.

“It’s okay the pain will go away soon and at least you didn’t make her really mad, she once paralyzed a guy for trying to steal her popcorn” he said shaking his head at the memory.

“Please don’t bring that up the cops totally ruined the fun when they hand-cuffed me” I said rolling my eyes. Justin muttered “Hand-cuffed?” clearly confused. The cops were supposed to be my buddies and when you make 1 guy go paralyzed I guess that changes! Hypocrites…

“Let me help you up” my dad said grabbing Justin’s hand.

I coughed out ‘traitor’ and nonchalantly turned around to get away before I got in trouble for hurting people’s kids.

“Kell—“was all I heard before slipping out the kitchen and to my guest room.

I waited until I thought it was clear to come out, which was code for 5 minutes.

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