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My Stupid, Dumb Mistake
Let’s see . . . No, I’m not going to be formal about this. This is MY essay, and I’m writing it freely, hence “Freedom of Press”. (Gods, I LOVE that right.)
Anyway, yesterday, the 16 of October, which just happens to be a Sunday, we got in big trouble. I was playing my game with Eli when we got to the boss, and you know what? ELI KEPT ON DYING! GAH! I couldn’t bring him back to life either. Stupid, stupid monsters.
Anyway, I start swearing at the top of my lungs. “FUCKING ASSHOLE! FUCK! FUCK! ASSHOLE MONSTER, DIIIEEE,” something like that. My dad heard it and called me up. The boys follow like ducklings, guilt rising in my gut. And we had just gotten the mystery element. The first thought that went through my mind was, “Fuckity fuck fuck.” Yes. “’Fuckity fuck fuck’ indeed”, was what the evil inner voice was saying to me, “Now say shit.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
And the battle continued for a bit, until my dad spoke.
It sounded bland, and yes . . . I didn’t really listen. A few words actually registered. They were “no games, computer, video games, or T.V.”
Thoughts at the moment: “FUUUUCCCKKK!!! AHHH!!! NOT THE T.V.!!! NOOO!! AND FMA WAS RECORDED!! SHIT!!!”
Anyway, sitting in my room, depressing, then writing, Calvin pops in saying, “Want to watch T.V.?”
“What the fuck is he thinking?” Was my first thought, then followed by, “what the fuck is he smoking?” And then followed by, “If he watches it, will he delete the show?”
“Calvin, don’t do it,” I said, “Daddy might come home at any minute. What if he catches you?”
“He won’t. He’s going to Kevin’s. He won’t be back for awhile.”
I said “no”, but as he went down the stairs, the fear of him deleting the show scared me and I rushed downstairs. I asked him if he would like to have dumplings. He said “yes” and I start to cook them, along with tea. Eli came in, his pants wet. He’s smiling broadly.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I ask.
“I did it.”
Sex? “Did what?”
“I went through the big puddle.”
Ahh . . . that explains a lot. He goes and changes, and I start browning the dumplings, and Calvin turns he T.V. on. By now, I’m pretty much convinced that Daddy WAS going to Kevin’s. Then, I hear the back door open. I didn’t hear a motorcycle at all. I wonder why.
Anyway, my dad walks in and sees Calvin. Calvin starts crying. We then get chewed out (my new phrase) and my dad says he’ll think of a punishment.
I’ll stop here to save your time. I know I’ve must of bored you, but I was FORCED to write it. Anyway, I hope you understand, because my dad told me to write two pages and this is actually three! HAHAHA!! Now I feel okay.
Let’s see . . . No, I’m not going to be formal about this. This is MY essay, and I’m writing it freely, hence “Freedom of Press”. (Gods, I LOVE that right.)
Anyway, yesterday, the 16 of October, which just happens to be a Sunday, we got in big trouble. I was playing my game with Eli when we got to the boss, and you know what? ELI KEPT ON DYING! GAH! I couldn’t bring him back to life either. Stupid, stupid monsters.
Anyway, I start swearing at the top of my lungs. “FUCKING ASSHOLE! FUCK! FUCK! ASSHOLE MONSTER, DIIIEEE,” something like that. My dad heard it and called me up. The boys follow like ducklings, guilt rising in my gut. And we had just gotten the mystery element. The first thought that went through my mind was, “Fuckity fuck fuck.” Yes. “’Fuckity fuck fuck’ indeed”, was what the evil inner voice was saying to me, “Now say shit.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
And the battle continued for a bit, until my dad spoke.
It sounded bland, and yes . . . I didn’t really listen. A few words actually registered. They were “no games, computer, video games, or T.V.”
Thoughts at the moment: “FUUUUCCCKKK!!! AHHH!!! NOT THE T.V.!!! NOOO!! AND FMA WAS RECORDED!! SHIT!!!”
Anyway, sitting in my room, depressing, then writing, Calvin pops in saying, “Want to watch T.V.?”
“What the fuck is he thinking?” Was my first thought, then followed by, “what the fuck is he smoking?” And then followed by, “If he watches it, will he delete the show?”
“Calvin, don’t do it,” I said, “Daddy might come home at any minute. What if he catches you?”
“He won’t. He’s going to Kevin’s. He won’t be back for awhile.”
I said “no”, but as he went down the stairs, the fear of him deleting the show scared me and I rushed downstairs. I asked him if he would like to have dumplings. He said “yes” and I start to cook them, along with tea. Eli came in, his pants wet. He’s smiling broadly.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I ask.
“I did it.”
Sex? “Did what?”
“I went through the big puddle.”
Ahh . . . that explains a lot. He goes and changes, and I start browning the dumplings, and Calvin turns he T.V. on. By now, I’m pretty much convinced that Daddy WAS going to Kevin’s. Then, I hear the back door open. I didn’t hear a motorcycle at all. I wonder why.
Anyway, my dad walks in and sees Calvin. Calvin starts crying. We then get chewed out (my new phrase) and my dad says he’ll think of a punishment.
I’ll stop here to save your time. I know I’ve must of bored you, but I was FORCED to write it. Anyway, I hope you understand, because my dad told me to write two pages and this is actually three! HAHAHA!! Now I feel okay.