Well hello :)
Sorry this took so long, I'm slow and went on a mini-trip and I work and blah and I'm lazy.
(Someone shouting through the computer screen) "Hush up your excuses!" *throws ketchup bottle*
*gets hit with bottle*
*bottle spills open against my cranium*
*cringes at ketchup on self*
"Ow! And ew...yuck ketchup... And I'm sorry!"
Enjoy the upcoming chapter! xD
Chapter 41 -
"Clarisse!"
Say it one more time. Say my name one more fucking time, I dare you. I will pull your damn tongue right out of your damn mouth and throw it out in the damned yard for the ants to feast upon, woman. I WILL.
"Cla-"
"What?!" I snarl/shout from the coffee table I was irritably reorganizing. If I'd have let her finish I would have had to rip my own Mother's tongue out, and I don't think that would go over well with anyone (like I want to deal with saliva and blood? Uhhh fuck no). I slam the National Geographic magazines into a little pile, beside the Better Homes and some gardening stuff my mom never reads because she doesn't garden (she buy plants from Menards and puts them next to the front steps. Which I don't believe counts as gardening!! Friggin' cheater). I scowl over my shoulder. "What, Mom?"
Her frizzled little head pokes out from the kitchen, and she (for once) doesn't seem insulted by my pissed off tone. She looks stressed and worried. "All I have in the fridge is vanilla ice cream and two cherry Popsicles!"
I squint at her, completely aggravated and baffled. "So?"
My mom looks as if she's about to face plant into HysteriaVille and start talking to a realtor. "Well what if he doesn't like vanilla? Or cherry?!"
Sweet little baby Jeezus..."It doesn't matter, we don't have to feed him!"
A manic glower replaces the CrazyLady expression on her face quick as a whip. "Nonsense! I'm making supper already! If I had time to make a dessert" He eyes trail off with her thinking. "But all I've got is cake mix...hmm..." Then she's gone, back into the kitchen where it smells like she's making enough food to feed the entire street and the garbage man.
If you can't tell, my mom isn't handling the fact that someone is coming to the house very well.
Upstairs, I can hear the vacuum start up, and not two seconds later all three cats come pelting down the steps, Nibbles spurting like a rocket into the kitchen, Cuddles soaring towards the bathroom with an extra froofy-looking Barnabas on her heels. Sounds like Dad's in my parent's bedroom. Why the hell is he cleaning in there!? Sebastian isn't going in there!!
"Out! Out! You little demon, get out!" Is she talking to her own brain?? Might do her some good...
My mom is booting Nibbles from the kitchen with her foot, trying to keep him from getting by her to possibly ruin whatever unnecessary supper she's cooking up. "Oh good Christ," She growls and then disappears for a moment and then is back, and throws a piece of something into the living room. Nibbles soars out after it, landing on the little square of yellow. "Lock the little heathen in the bathroom!" She huffs angrily at me before once again disappearing.
I walk over to Nibbles who was busily chowing down the the cheese that my Mom had used as bait. You stupid cute little devil-creature. He's still chewing when I pick him up, but he doesn't struggle until I reach the bathroom, where he knows he'll be imprisoned. Hiding behind the toilet are Cuddles (who looks like an insulted Queen) and Barnabas (who's glowering so fiercely a German Shepherd would think twice about barking) and I drop Nibbles quickly and slam the door shut. There's an upset little yowl from behind the wood.
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I'm The Geek Who Slapped A Football Player.
Teen Fiction*ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* Clarisse Hornitt is a nerd. Or a geek. But, not your typical nerd/geek, as she won't put up with bullshit and will promptly tell you how it is regardless to how it makes you feel. She manages to get into a physical altercation...
