Chapter 3
What is on my head?!
I ask myself that question, but until I open my lazy ass eyes, I not going to find out now am I?
I dragged my eyes open, greeted by two very white cheeks…
No, not face cheeks…ass cheeks!
Kim shook her ass in my face and farted, running away and pulling her skirt down as she giggled her little ass off; she curled up in the corner of the room and laughed like a pig, snorting like nothing right.
“Kim! You just farted in my face! Do you know how unsanitary that is? I could get pink eye now! What have you done to me?!” I cried; I ran to the bathroom and ran the cold tap, splashing the water in my eyes.
“The look on your face was priceless!” she howled with laughter as she rolled around on my bed, today she wore the same thing that she wore yesterday…only in purple and luminous green.
“This isn’t funny Kim! You could have any type of disease on your ass, and you just rubbed it all over my face! My face Kimmy! My beautiful face!” I cried, watching her giggle to herself, staring at nothing as tears rolled down her face.
“It’s not like I have AID’s or anything like that; I’m a virgin for gods sake!” she cried and I rolled my eyes at her immatureness; she pulled herself together and sat down properly, staring at me with her eyes as wide as she could get them.
“What are you staring at?” I asked her, but she didn’t move or say anything, “Kimmy, don’t start this again; they’re gonna keep you in here for another year if you don’t at least act normal around them!” I complained to her, feeling as if her stares were burning a hole in my face.
I rolled my eyes and changed, not caring if she saw anything, because, let’s face it, even if she tries anything, nothing’s going to happen.
I fixed my hair, brushed my teeth and put my bathroom stuff into my bag, not wanting to leave, but knowing that I wasn’t allowed to stay here, plus this place wouldn’t feel right without Kim and she can’t wait to get out of here.
She never stops talking about how cool its going to be when her brother comes to take her away from this place, whereas I barely ever talk about my lame excuse of a ‘family’.
But I’m not going to start thinking about them otherwise I’ll be sad all day, and that will make Kim mad, and nobody likes it when Kimberly Lennon is mad.
I sat on my bed and Kim sat next to me, still staring at me with her plate sized eyes; I rolled my eyes at her as I saw the huge tears running down her face.
I pulled her into a huge and I could feel my own tears well up in my eyes, thinking about leaving Kim was almost as bad as thinking about Kayla, the only difference is that I know I can still see Kimmy whenever I want; all I have to do I drive to her house and we’re together again, Buttman and Booby, fighting girls away and bringing sausages in!
Hehe!
Ah, how I will miss my Kimmy when she goes away with her brother, because she has so many plans for them; like touring American and Australia.
That girl really is the definition of crazy.
And that is just the way everyone loves her…at least that’s the way myself and her brother love her.
A knock came at our bedroom door and I started to make my bed as Kimmy went to open it, sure that it was her brother.
My bed looked pretty perfect – I saw that, when I actually mean you could bounce a penny off of it – when Kimmy dragged a tall guy into the room; he was a few inches taller than me, he had the same bluish-violet eyes as Kim, dark hazel hair in a sexy I-just-got-out-of-bed-and-I-don’t-care-what-I-look-like look and he had facial features to die for, sharp and muscular.
