I got home after a long first day at Skibidi high. My mom greeted
me with a big chocolate cake saying:
CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR
FIRST DAY Y/N!
My mom smiled hopefully, looking like she'd been busy with the cake since this morning. I moaned in anger. I hate chocolate cake! I only like bin juice flavour, how could she not know that? I shoved her face into the cake and stormed up to my room to escape my abusive mom. I watched Troom Troom on my phone for two hours in my dark messy room before my mom put a bowl outside my door with my dinner, as I've trained her to do. I opened the door and snatched it from her. Great. Leftover pasta again? I threw the bowl at the wall, breaking it, and ordered some Nandos on my phone. My mom went downstairs and cried into a pillow. Boo freaking hoo. I'm the one that should be crying, being stuck in this abusive household. My mom bought my Nandos up to my room like the faithful servant she is and I ate it cutely like the Queen Of The Universe that I am.
