My usual evening when parents are not here:
Me:*to dog* What time is it?!
Dog:*looks at me*
Me: That's right. PARTY TIME!
Me: HAHA, yeah, like I'm popular, that was a good one.
Me: What to do, what to do... Hmm... So many choices... Raid the fridge? YES PLEASE!
Me: No, no, this cannot be hapening! NO CHOCOLATE! What is worng with my parents, are we Amish or something??? Pfft, we're not Amish.
Me: No junk food? My parents might be slightly crazy.
Me: Sugar... Why the hell not. *eats a spoon of sugar* WOAH, TOO SWEET! *twitches awkwardly*
Me: Ok, enough of that. Let's go to that witty site.
Me: Haha, that's funny...
Me: *types*LOL HAHA*straight face*
Me: Facebook... Ok.... Oooh, well hellooo sweet thaaang.
Me: I hate you, I hate you, OOOH BABY, I hate you.
Me: Yes, witty again... Scrollety scroll... No notifications? Oh well, I'm just going to cry now, since nobody loves me. *cries* Lol, no. Super cool dude's like me don't cry...
Me: *to dog* You see that? I acctually though I was cool for a second.
Dog: *decides to leave me at my time of need*
Me: FINE! Go ahead! I don't need you!
Me: *Smells shirt and almost dies* GAG! I need a shower after soccer.
Me: Splish splash, I was taking a bath...
Me: *Soap falls* Now you leave me too?!
*10 minutes later*
Me: *wraps self in towel*
Me: Clock, clock... Were can you find a clock when you need one?
Me: There we go... 8:54pm... When does my sister come back from her class again, 10, I think...
Me: *gets dressed*
Me: COD? Bring it on!
*30 mins later*
Me: I'm boooored.
Me: Witty? Eh, what else can I do...?
Me: HAHAHA, I see what you did there... Took me a while to figure out though...
*door bell rings*
Me: SWEET HOLY JESUS MOTHER OF LORD WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!?!?*parcours to kitchen and grabs knife*
*door bell rings again*
Me: There it is again!!!!
Sister: It's me you idiot.
Me: Oh, I knew that, It was just safety precautions.
Sister: Yeah yeah, whatever.
Me: *sits on couch to watch TV*
Sister: Hey, I said I'm gonna watch The Kardashians!
Me: Don't you have your little pet shop toy thingies or whatever to play with?
Sister: John, I'm 13, not 6. *jumps on me to grab remote*
*after 10 minutes of wrestling*
Mom: Hi, we're home!
Sister & me: MOM!
Mom: *Facepalm*
Mom: Honey, could you plea-
Dad: *Walks away*
Mom: FIne leave me to handle the kids...
Mom: TO BED, NOW!
Sister: *throws the remote on me and gives death glare*
Me: Wha-
Mom: You young man, are, you, WE"LL TALK TOMORROW!
Me: *Runs to room*
Mom: LIGHTS OUT NOW!
Me: *Looks at cieling for half an hour before falling asleep*
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