EMILY POV
*Emily sighs* "Well, that was fun and very troubling." I say with a giggle. "You almost gave me a panic attack you know." Says Na terrified. "Well, let's go back inside." I say. *DOOR BELL RINGS* That probably would be mom and dad. *EMILY OPENS DOOR* "Hello Millie (Millie is what my parents call me), how are you dear?" My mother says with a bright smile. " I had such an adventure today, with Tim, Na, Jess and Sophie." I say cheekily. "Well, that's good." My mother says. "Where's dad?" I ask. "He's just parking the car in the garage, he'll be here in a sec." My mother replied. My dad comes in with a suit. "Sup Millie Bear, how's my cheeky one? Good?" My dad asks friendlily. "Well, she said she has had an adventure. We should go in now." Says my mom. "Okay" My dad and I say. We go in, seeing Tim drink A LOT of milk while he said "I'LL BECOME A GIANT WHEN I DRINK A LOT OF MILK!" My father laughs. "TB (Tim bear)? What are you doing man?" my dad says. "TB WILL NOT BECOME TB. TB WILL BE TG!!" Tim says. "TB, what on earth is TG??" My dad asks with a grin. "WELL, IT STANDS FOR TIM GIANT. SO ITS TG!!!" Tim says like he thinks he's a man. Such a pig. A sporty pig. A sporty pig that gets F's and D's in every subject. "Tim, that's enough, you won't be able to eat dinner!" Na says. Na takes away the glass of milk. Tim sits down on the couch with a milk moustache.
MOM POV
I wish Tim behaved a lot more sensible. Tim starts wiggling his fingers with a milk moustache.*MOM SIGHS* "Tim, if you don't behave properly I will send you to military school." I say upsettingly. Tim wipes his milk moustache and stops wriggling his fingers. Tim is scared of military school. Whenever he is naughty, I'll just say that I will send him to military school. But I will never send him to military school. So it's kind of a bribe.
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