I look into my computer camera ready to sing a song by sherloid. My sister right next to me most likely bored out of her mind waiting to bug me.
Something was bothering me. Something didn't feel right. Like I forgot about something that was very important. I was always very passionate about singing. Ive always have been. I found that singing comforts me. I was very insecure and always felt useless. I always never knew how to do things right.
But when I sing, it feels like an escape.I press the button to record myself singing the song.
"I'm gonna sing sherloid by sherloid or Rebekah Jeanette... Don't forget all the trouble we got into-"
The door slams open and my mother walks in and says, "Why does nobody know how to flush a toilet after they had a shet?"
"It wasn't me." The feeling came back to me from earlier, it was me. I didn't flush the toilet.
"It was fuckin' one of yous ... DISGUSTING!" She slams the doors close. I look at my sister and she stares back in a very knowing manner. I look back at the camera realizing it had caught that very embarrassing moment. I turn off the record button and sigh.
"Sis what am I going to do? I can't seem to do things right." She just gives me a sad smile. I can't ever do anything right and I never will. But then something hit me.
"Sis I know this may seem extremely freakin crazy but what if we run away?" She immediately looks up at me.
"What? Are you insane ? Because you don't know how to flush a toilet?" She exclaims. I look at the time and realize it's barely 7:00. I look up flight tickets for America. My sister sits exactly behind me while I research the things and costs.
"You do know we're are only like six or seven right?" I just shrug my shoulders and continue.
I buy the tickets and now we wait.
*Time skip brought to you Jared who learned how to fuckin read*
It's been a few years since my sister and ran away from home to go to America to learn how to flush toilets.
I needed up achieving my dream and became an overnight pop sensation. I opened up concerts for sherloid herself.
On one night of one of the performances I saw her, my mother. My sister and I cower in fear as we know she will give her disapproving glare. She approaches as we start to become more fearful.
"I've seen you learn how to flush a toilet after all these years. I'm very proud seeing you perform. But it was very scary to know that you guys weren't home all these years."
We all shared a warm embrace and we forgave each other.
The end.
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Dramatic vines
HumorMy friend and I started to make a story out of the vine , "Who took shet and didn't flush it?" Idk if I worded that vine correctly and turned it in to a dramatic story. Thank u. I'll fix grammar mistakes later