How to drown an alligator inside of an shark

Chapter 8

We continue to talk for some time and the Ellie has to go.
I say goodbye and once she has hung up, I get out of my chair and make my way towards my window.

I open the curtain and take a glance outside.
Nothing new, which means I have school tomorrow.

I go downstairs and ask if anyone needs anything and grab a few Mountain Dew cans.

I run up the stairs and return to my desk. I open steam ( a gaming community/ where all my games are).

I look to see if anyone is on and what they're playing.
I see Sandman on arma 2 and message him " you gay fuck boi, maybe I'll hop on if my uncle doesn't want to play."

I then message my uncle asking if he wants to play any games.
My uncle is the one who got me into pc gaming.
My uncle says "sure but I have to watch little man too."

I tell him "okay what should we play?" He says "maybe some sniper elite v2???" This is a game he had previously bought me and I enjoy it very much.

We play for a few hours, but then baby Evan starts to get fussy and my uncle has to go.
I tell him "alright see you later poopoohead" and end the call.

I open up my recording system and see all of the footage I had gotten from a dorkin it out sesh.
There's some good footage so I drag my mouse over to my editing system and launch it.

I edit a video of us playing from my perspective and when I finish I save it to my flash drive.
I go on my laptop and open youtube, plug in the flash drive and upload my video.

It is getting late and I have some homework I really need to do, so I look for my book.
I finally find my algebra 2 book under a sweater and open it up.
I open iTunes and find my good music with the best playlist.

Yay, dubstep to do my shit homework.

I pull out my binder and rip a piece if lined paper from it.
I grab a pencil and write my name.
L-O-U-I-S.
"Yay bitch boy you can spell your first name," I say under my breath.

My name is pronounced Louie but I spell it like that because I'm retarted.

Ah yes now my last name... M-S-O-N... FUCK!!! Okay dumbass lets try this again.. M-A-S-O-N, much better mutherfucker.
I beat myself up a lot because I fail at a lot of things.
I skim through the problems and notice that some of these are really easy, luckily they're the evens so I can do them and get the odds from the back of the book.

I finish my shit paper that I have to turn in, and I feel my dad knocking on the stairs, which tells me dinner is ready.

I pause my moosick and begin my trip downstairs to those people that are really nice and I believe they are call " family."