Story Time ((rant))

"Hey mom, I'm feeling sick."

"Like sick on your stomach?"

*sister touches me with her freezing cold hand so I'll move over*

"I feel really cold, and her freezing hand isn't helping-"

*dad speaks up*

"It's just from where you were outside"

*sister touches me again just because she knows it's cold*

"Quit it," I snap back, and it's all my fault for being rude.

So yeah. Don't be surprised when I take action, parents. I think more than I say. And wow, you're going to wish you could read minds.

Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top