Stories

Story 1

Date- 9/13/2019, September 13th,2019

It's Friday the thirteenth, good luck if you're reading this right now

Soooo...um I'm sad, because my mom was going to get groceries right? Well I had to take care of my baby brother, and my other brother because "YOuR tHe OlDeST"

So, I did, and my mom said that I should stay in my room this time because I always do that and here I am writing this story and sharing it with strangers, but this makes me feel better sorry 😔

I was sitting on the sofa just on Wattpad reading things and then suddenly about 29 minutes later my brother that is the middle child in the family comes down and starts accusing my baby brother of eating his Doritos. Now his name is Nischal Okay?

I got mad at him because he doesn't have proof, so I yelled "Leave him alone!"

"No, he ate my fucking Doritos!"-Nischal

"You don't have any fucking proof! He was sitting in the living room (where I am currently at)" -Me

"No! He ate my Doritos!" -Nischal

Then this motherfucking person who is called a 'man' proceeds to ask my baby brother LETS JUST USE HIS NICKNAME AJ and my baby brother says no

"See? He didn't eat them" -Me

"I don't care yes he did" -Nischal

"Well did you see it with your eyes? No the fuck you didn't, you were upstairs, not down here looking and caring for him" -Me

"Okay and? You're always on your room being a depressed bitch"

Being depressed is a sensitive topic for me, because I get accused from my dad for sitting in my room all day and just watching my phone, WHICH HE HAD NO PROOF FOR!

I don't sit in my room all day playing me phone! I cry in there sometimes because of people! Because of him, because of my family! So whenever someone yells at me for being depressed, I cry

So the moment he said that I got sensitive...and then he proceeded to tell me I'm a whore while stomping up the stairs

And here I am, my whole arm shaking while typing this, I'm sorry if some of you had to read this, I really am