So, if you didn’t know, I can barely handle shots at all. And today we’re supposed to get our flu mist thing where they squirt the flu up your nose and it gets stuck in your throat for a whole week afterwards. My dad, who thinks he’s SOOOO funny, he decides it’s a good idea to play a cruel joke on me.
“Why are there shots over there?” My oblivious and ‘I’m going to destroy Lily’s self-esteem and confidence’ brother said,
“You’re getting flu SHOTS in the arm.” My dad responds, smiling.
And with that, I shoot up out of my seat and open the door.
My dad grabs the door and tries to shut it, saying “I was just joking! I’m joking, Lily!”
I let go of the door and slap him.
While my brother’s getting his flu mist done, my dad looks over to me and says “I probably deserved that.” Only to get a “Shut up” in response.
For the rest of the time, my brother’s pestering my dad about letting us get ice-cream and so THEY do, while I wait in the car and cry like I’ve been doing since my brother said ‘shots’
Now, I’m asking my mom to pick me up tomorrow so my stay with my dad can be cut short.
So overall, my day’s been real shitty