It is official. My parents hate me. My mother scolded me for not waking my brother up to go to 'work'. I mean, I'm not a babysitter, you know. Then, my parents were watching TV in the TV room and I was in the lounge room reading a book, and my mother asked me if I wanted chocolate. I asked what kind of chocolate (like, chocolate ice-cream, Cadbury's chocolate, chocolate milk, etc.). She said, "Chocolate". I asked again, "Yes, but what kind of chocolate?". Then my mother put on a hissyfit and told me to move my ass and see what kind of chocolate they were. Then, when I was moving my ass, my father chipped in and told my mother why bother asking him. I could not believe my ears! BTW they were hazelnuts covered in chocolate.
Then, at night, my father was doing something to our computer, and my mother and brother were in the room talking and joking and were having fun. And I was in my room reading a book. Suddenly, my mother said that the lights in my room were switched on and that nobody was in the room. Then my brother came into my room and said that I was in my room. I wanted to cry.
I'm going to go crazy and make up an imaginary sister. She's going to be fun and funny and fun to be with. She's 21 years of age and her name is Kyle. She works at Dairy Queen for one hour a day and the 23 hours is going to be spent on me. My sister would buy me expensive presents and we would have so much fun. Yay!