The letter they never asked for

I NO LONGER CARE .

Mhhmmm where do I start, I honestly have no idea. In this letter I am suppose to apoligies to my grandmother because I have done the most terrible thing you could have EVER imaging, no I did not become a slut, no I did not start drugs, no I didn't become a criminal.
Come on guys you got this. Oh well I guess I'll just tell you then, it'll make your lives a bit easier then mines.
I disobeyed, I know crazy right I can't believe I had enough courage to do it myself, I'm shocked. Anywho, I come from a family of Christians so when I told my grandmother, 'I will NOT wash my clothes' a bit harshly, if I may add, I did not only disobeyed but I also disrespected my poor little grandmother, before you say that I could have just wash the stupid clothes and avoid this whole mess just hear me out, and then you can chose to go on the side of the rest of my family and hate my guts alright?

I have this thing, I dislike it when people go into my room, I hate it when they touch my stuff, reorganize it in their own vision, and I absolutely hate it when people wash my clothes. With this probleme I have I swear I can never be able to get a maid even if I get rich. in shorter words I hate it when people do what I am responsible to do.
On Friday afternoon after a hectic day at school, my last class I had was math.

I know this may sound cliché but I suck at math, well not always last year it was the subject that I liked and I didn't mind it at all, but ever since I moved away from my hometown to go to a new school far away from everything I know, everything became difficult and math was number one on the list, but I somehow managed.

The teacher was trying to help us out, trying to get us to understand the lesson we were currently learning because of the upcoming test but the students were being very difficult, they were chatting, playing music, screaming out animal noises and inappropriate  sex sounds,after a while he gave up and let us leave early. I was so happy because since we came out early then the rest students in school, there would be no annoying kids on the bus talking obnouxiously loud, in my mind I thought that this was a sign that maybe the weekend would have been better then the week I just had, but boy was I terribly wrong.
entering the appartment I screamed hello to anyone that was home and I went straight my save heaven, my room,  to read my book that I neglected all week, only to meet my lovely grandmother on the bed.

I live with my sister and cousin and the room I now call mine, was originally meant for me when they first bought the apartment but my grandmother spent a year in the apartment with them to make sure my sister and cousin was nicely settled when they move in, and she stayed in that room, because at the time I was still at my hometown finishing my last year at my old school.

Understanding that she probably felt better, well more comfortable in that room then in the room she now shares with my sister while she's on this visit I just decided to go in the living room where my cousin was playing video games on is xbox,  that's when I saw some of my clothes washed and hung up drying on the line, to say that I was annoyed would not do justice to how I felt.

I decided that I really should talk to her about this, because if you don't tell people how you feel and how you don't like what they are doing then they'll just continue, right?

My first mistake was walking into my room while I was still angry , I should have waited a bit and calmed myself down but I didn't do so and things went a bit like this.

'Grandma, I would hate to take away your pleasures away from you but I would like you to not wash my clothes' I said in French, I knew that she wouldn't understand me, I really wanted to tell her but I was afraid to hurt her so I was trying to prolong telling her, I was being a wimp. But that was wrong of me, it was rude to do so and I know that, she gave me a confused smile telling me to repeat it in English so I did exactly that. She responded with: