Part 6: The Original Part 3: Don't put the milk in the chip bag!

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August 12, 2016, 5:23 PM

It's been raining a lot today. Kind of a downer on my freedom. Seriously, rain is like the most depressing weather ever. I'm not depressed, but apparently Mother Nature is. What happened Mother Nature? Did your boyfriend break up with you or something? Does Mother Nature even have a boyfriend? A husband? Who the hell knows?

Now that that's over...

I sit on the couch once again, watching the Olympics, once again. Not swimming this time though. This program is on gymnastics. My favorite, Aly Raisman is totally awesome. I'm not going to tell you anything else, just in case you haven't watched it yet. At this point though, if you haven't seen it, you probably won't ever see it. Unless it's on YouTube or something.

(And I said that in August. So I can tell you that the US did fantastic at the Olympics in the gymnastics section.)

I yawn and yawn again. It's just a yawning day for me. That was a lie. I only yawn once. Ha! Freedom is boring on a rainy day. Don't get me wrong, freedom is absolutely AMAZEBALLS, but you can't help not being able to do anything. Again, it's a rainy day. I'm not going to say it again.

After we, as in my family, finish the gymnastics program, we head upstairs to go to bed. Well, I tell my mom I'm going to "hang out" in my room. In other words, I'm going to bask in my freedom a little longer, and play Sims 3: Ambitions on my phone.

The game is actually so addicting, I play for two hours straight before I get a Wattpad notification.

10:35 PM

ScareCr0: I shouldn't been that way

I look at the text, extremely confused. I shrug and go back to the Sims game, where I accidentally trap my toddler in a doorless room. Unfortunately, I don't have enough money to get her out.

I'm serious, it was an accident!

Don't worry, I get her out in one piece by going to work and getting the money. She's okay now.

That's when it clicks in my head that Wilson was explaining what he apologized for. I shake my head at my stupidity. Then, I become my absolutely sarcastic self when I put two and two together.

Well, no shit he shouldn't have been that way.

I go back to Wattpad to see if he put anything else. Sure enough, he did, and I didn't stick around long enough to figure out his last text.

ScareCr0: I was an ass

Again, no shit.

(Jesus, Ren. YOU were being a bit of an asshole at that moment in time.)

I go back to playing my game that I play for another hour. At some point, Wilson texts me for the last time that night.

ScareCr0: Might read more got a new book, night

Now that I read back on his texts, it's kind of depressing, I have to admit it. As much as I want to look at the text and taunt it, I don't. I find myself wanting to ask him what book he got, but again, I don't.

There's only a few days left, so I can't ruin this now.

August 13, 2016, 8:41 AM

The first thing I see when I wake up, is the clock. 8:41. I put on my glasses and walk downstairs to the smell of yummy pancakes and eggs. After eating those foods made by God, I play Sims, again.

I have to ask a question though, who looked at a chicken, saw it poop out a white, oval shaped, 3-D object, and decided, "Oh, we should eat that! It totally has a bunch of protein and stuff"?

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