So yesterday i went to babysit. mrs. thompson told me she would be back by 9:30 so i thought 'no biggie, i can make it to kelsey's by then'. so 9:30 came, then 10:00, and then 10:30 finally she showed up them. i'm really pissed by then that she hadn't showed up on time. so i get my money and get out of there.
I sprinted down to the basement where my parents were and was like 'can we go?' my mom didn't even look at me 'no it's too late' anger immediately filled me. i marched up the steps and slammed my door. it wasn't a very good place to be held up in, especially when ur pissed as hell. i tried pacing but i could only take two steps. so i turned to swearing my head off.
i think i dropped the f-bomb 25 times, shit=12, and bitch=20. I thought i couldn't get any angrier but then my dad came to talk to me. How fucking stupid are they?? I'm raging mad to begin with, what makes them think that talking to me right then will help matters. His lecture was just about how selfish it was of me to expect that they would drive me,how he heated the car for a half hour for me, how i hurt their feelings,etc,etc.
The whole thing was just a load of bull shit. It took all the self control i had to not slap him in his face, call him a condescending fucker, or slam the door on is stupid face. I was gripping the door and the arm of my director's chair so tightly that i thought i would snap both of them. I held so tight that my knuckles were white. I tried my hardest to keep my face composed but my bottom lip was quivering, and my eyes were tearing up. I bet my hatred was spread across my face, and i don't care. I hate showing weakness and to have him of all people see that what he said affected me. For all i know he probably thought i was crying from guilt, not the fact that i wanted to spock him in the alcohol-damaged liver.
I cried so hard that night. i don't think i've ever hated two people so much in my life.
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