It was April 25th, 2018.
It feels like yesterday.
That day was horrible.
I just came home from my boyfriend, Tyler.
Oh gosh, I love Tyler so much.
When I came home, dinner wasn't ready yet. It was kinda weird because normally when I come home, dinner's ready. I was sad and wanted to cry. I wanted spaghetti. Spaghetti was also my brother's favourite meal.
I looked at my mom, who was sitting on the table. I looked her dead in the eye and said:
"Where is the spaghetti?"
She looked down.
"Jordan was supposed to make the spaghetti, but he isn't home yet."
Jordan.
I was mad.
I was so mad.
Mad at Jordan, because he wasn't home yet and I wanted spaghetti.
I sat down on the table, next to my mother.
We sat there in silence for what felt like forever.
After sitting on the table for over 5 hours, the doorbell rang.
I jumped off the table and ran to the door. On my way I grabbed a fish, I wanted to slap Jordan with it. That's what you get when you are late. When I opened the door I immediately threw the fish. That's when I realized it wasn't Jordan.
It was the FBI.
I threw a fish at the FBI.
fuck
