*buzz buzz buzz* I punched my alarm clock without even waking up. It's only 7 in the morning... Someone must have reset it. Aw well. Like my parents always say: Early bird gets the worm! But my parents are never proud of me... The words "Never proud." Flashed in my mind all day. I'm the one who has always cooked them meals considering they wouldn't get up off of they're lazy asses. I decided I better cook them breakfast or they will call me useless and stuff and I don't wanna be grounded from one of my only friends:
Named Sebastian. He would never understand my problems though. My parents gave up on me years ago though... ;( I still feel sad everyday! I study hard every day to try to impress them though... It usually doesn't work though. I realized while I was thinking rage of my parents I cut an apple perfectly in half. I sliced it up and added grapes and mango to it! I popped it in the blender and turned it on. Maybe my parents will be proud! I will make a delicious smoothie and tasty omelets! I stared at my beautiful creation. It was so beautiful, perfect, and tasty! I then put it on a platter and brought it to my parents. "What's this? Another sloppy creation that anyone can make in 1 minute?" My mother laughed after saying those words in a mean way. I glared at her and drank a sip of my smoothie. It was SO good! I ate a bit of omelet.. SO delicous! I gave my mother a bite, maybe she will like it! "Oh you expect me to eat this?" My mother said. "WELL DUH CAUSE YOU WONT GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS!" And then I tossed the food on the floor and stormed away with my fists clenched in a ball.
