Why Do You Do This? (YouTuber FF) *under editing*

French Tomatoes

Ignore the spelling and grammar, I'll fix that later :) LISTEN TO THE SONG ON THE SIDE!!!

It's safe to say that this is the worst night I have ever had. After Dan and I ate dinner, we discussed sleeping arrangements. I insists that he takes my old bed and I get the couch. But he wants me to have my bed, and him the couch. In the end, I played the 'Just do what I say, I'm to sad to argue' card and he shut up immediately. Yes, there is an extra bedroom that I could sleep in which is my mom's old room but I locked it. Nobody is to go inside it for a very long time. There is also an extra bedroom but there isn't any beds in it. It's used as an office. I have an air mattress but I'm to lazy for that, leaving the couch the only other solution.

Tomorrow, when the French tomatoes come, they will be getting the spare bedroom/office. Why do you call them French tomatoes, Jo? Well, the only reason is that their hair is very ginger. Now, I don't mean Ron Weaselly or Ed Sheeran ginger. No, I mean orange. They have the brightest naturally orange hair that anyone has ever seen. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to be racist or anything, actually I love ginger hair. It's my favorite hair color. But when they keep the souls of their victims in their hair, shit gets real. They are the meanest people I have ever met. Any they aren't just mean to me, they are mean to everyone. No wonder why my mother left. And it also confuses me how my mom with brown hair and a wonderful personality could have possibly came from them.

I told Dan about this and he laughed his ass off. He things that I am over reacting, but you wait Daniel. You wait.

Pauline. She is my mom's older sister, and my aunt. She is a whole 5 foot 3 inches of pure evil and hatered. She has the biggest hair in the family. Now, most of them have naturally straight hair but the curl it so it's like Tyler Swift mixed with Merida. She was married but divorced year after she had a baby girl named Sylvia. After the divorce she moved in with her sister Victoire.

Victoire. She is the youngest sister at the age of 46. She turned out to be a giant at 5 foot 8. She is the only one that actually intimidated me because of her height. But she isn't like her Pauline or her mother. She keeps to herself more. But gossips like no tomorrow. In a group of five or more, she keeps her mouth shut. But as soon as the number drops down to four, she turns into a freaking bird chirping all of those secrets. I swear, half of the things that leak about famous people is because of her. Thankfully, her daughter is nothing like her. She had a boyfriend but he left her soon after her daughters birth. She raised the child good. Her name is Aimée.

Aimée. Now, the last time I saw her, she was only 11. She is only a year younger than me. She was tall like her mother as a child and probably still is. Like her mother, she keeps quiet. But she never gossiped. It could have been because she was so young and she had other things on her mind. But I really hope that's not the case. She was a nice kid and hopefully still is. But her cousin, my cousin, is the complete opposite.

Sylvia. Daughter of Pauline. Now, she is worst than her mother. No doubt about that. She is her mother and Aunt Victoire combined. She is no doubt beautiful, but that isn't good for her. She is like the plastics from mean girls. She is like Martha from Doctor Who. She is like the devil. Unlike her mother, she was very tall. Most likely from her father. But, she is nothing compared to the witch Who's name is Thérèse.

Thérèse. Can we just back up for a moment and think of the worst person you have ever met. Okay, well picture that person times 10... million. Enough said.

But thinking about my relatives that are most likely on a plane this moment, coming to stay for a week, makes me think of my family before my mom. Sure I didn't have much of a family, only my dad. But I can remember how much I wanted to have a family. I wanted to have cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles and that family idiot that nobody likes but have to deal with them every holiday. But being adopted gave me the next best thing to having no family which is having a crap family. So no matter how awful they are or how mad they make me, I will remember when they leave and my anger turns to whatever normal is that I am internally grateful to them. I get to have the someone to call grandma and grandpa. Some to call aunt and uncle. Cousins to hate and love. And I had someone to call dad and mom.