Whenever I get a bad grade, my parents like to give me wedgies. It is not fun. At all. One day, my step mother walked in the house, slamming the door behind her. She shoves a paper in my face and I see my grades. Yikes. A C, 3 Bs a D, and an F. She pulls me up by my arm. I feel her cold hands reaching into my pants and all of a sudden, I'm like 5 feet high in the air. "STOP!!!" I yell. "NO!" She screams. She pulls up higher and then calls for my 3 sisters. Jenna, Brooke, and Stacy. They all hate me, so they'll enjoy this. They all laugh when they see me and grin evilly. They yank down on my feet. My underwear is still no where close to ripping. Then my step mom releases me and I fall down. Jenna tackles me while Brooke and Stacy tie my hands. Jenna gives me a basic wedgie. "THAT ALL YOU GOT?!?!" I yell. Just then, Brooke grabs the front of my underwear and pulls up. I'm in a huge wedgie on both sides. I start moaning in pain and look down at Stacy. She smiles. Jenna and Brooke start bouncing me in the wedgie and Stacy pulls my feet down to the ground. "STOP!!! PLEASE!!! ILL DO ANYTHING!!!" I yell. They smile and drop me. Brooke hauls me into the basement. Then, they order me to change into a pair of tight skinny jeans. Then, they drive me to the school. They give me a wedgie and send me up the flag pole. It hurt but then I felt a slight tug on my feet. The rope they had ties earlier was very long and it stretched to the ground. They all pulled on me and I cried so hard. They all laughed and left me there
