Its night time and my mom and dad are in there room and my brother isnt home yet.
If I were to tell my parents that I think my brother was robbed or kidnapped, they (mom) would bring out the belt because Im not asleep yet. She always puts me to bed at 8 and I always sleep at 12 despise the fact that Im still 5 years old.
The phone rings and I think my mom answers. "what?" She screamed and ran across the street to the neighbours house and my moms best friend answered the door. They both talked while my dad put some slippers on. Mom and the neighbour left in her car and headed out to their destination.
When they got to Rory's house, My mom is dumbfucked. Achohal is being pased around and the smell of weed fills the porch and Rory's mom (The neighbour) enters the house and pulls Rory by the ear and drags his out. My brother walks out, sort of like dancing through the floor, and faces my mom and says,
"You know what? You're a f*cking bitch. You never leave anyone alone and you aren't meant for the role of a mother. Sometimes I wish we could pick our moms!" My mom was on the verge of fake tears and shoved him out with Rory and the police took over.
My mom "cried" as she talked to the police and they took Rory and Jr to the Juvenille Detention.
When my mom got home, I was planning a "10 ways to kill" notebook.
CITEȘTI
ALONE
Short StoryBut thats not it. It didn't end like that. This isn't one of those stories that end with a Cherry on Top. Of course not. This, is my life. A/N: This is actully my life, I know how everything went and I will write this as if I was stuck life glue to...
