| "I don't know how much more of this I can take! Look at me...I'm a nervous wreck! Look at my hands. Look at my HANDS!! They're shaking! Look...I have no nails!! How can I paint my nails if I'm biting them all off in frustration?? Look at my hair...I haven't died it at ALL! It's all messy and fuzzy, it need brushing...big time...I don't think it will ever be the same again! I'm crumbling...I'm breaking down...How Will I cope??? OK Jeffie...breathe... OH, I suppose you want to know why I'm feeling like this do you? Well, I'll tell you! My dearest darling elder brother...by the way I was being sarcastic there! Hope your listening Mattie!....he has hidden my Skittles!...I think I'm gonna cry! I haven't had any Skittles for what seems like, yeah it must be three weeks by now. Not that I'm addicted...oh no. It's just ummmm...I'm in shock....yeah that's it, shock, that Mattie confiscated my Skittles...MY SJKITTLES!!...I mean ALL I did was burn the kitchen down...but does he let me explain?...Noooooo....not big brother Mattie....he just screams at me! He SCREAMED at ME! When I was the one upset at burning my dinner....HE SCREAMED AT ME. As if it was MY fault!...he's the one that told nme to get my own dinner for once...It wasn't my fault that I turned thr grill up too high! So I started screaming back....I'm a much better screamer than him by the way....then he stops....get's pissed off....and stalks out of the kitchen. Well....I hadn't finished screaming at him yet, I drop my saucepan of sauce on the floor....and followed him out of the kitchen...I saw him heading to my room. I lept in after him and asked him what he was doing. He turns round and tells me he confiscating my Skittles!! The cheek! MY SKITTLES! He doesn't even let me explain about the fire....he just goes up grabs the tub that I keep 'em in and stalks off! He just says it's for my own good, so I told him he sounded like Steven Richards! Hmph! Then he told me he was gonna confiscate them for longer now....twice as long! Mattie's so unfair to me....oooo....I really...hate him...he's a..a...big...well I'm too disturbed to think of really good insult right now...but I'll think of one. I look at my clock, ten minutes...TEN MINUTES...have passed by since the confiscation..yen minutes??? It can't be true...what am I gonna do???? So, I'm sitting here on my bed wondering how to get my Skittles back, but I CAN'T WALK! I try to stand, but I'm all faint and woozy, I have to sit back down again. I think I'm gonna....yeah...I'm gonna sulk! I want my Skittles....look I even managed a pout there! You want to hear more? Yeah well tough!....I'm sulking! Good bye" |
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