Kim Jong Un.
"DO YOU NEED ME TO REPEAT WHAT I JUST SAID?" He yelled in my face.
"N-no, father. I'm sorry. I was at a friend's house, I should've told you." I said while looking at the ground.
"Go to your fucking room." He spat. I quickly ran upstairs to my room and locked it. I flopped down on my bed. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, my phone buzzed.
"Who the fuck-" It was an unknown number. I checked the text message.
Unknown: Hey, it's Tom.
The fuck. Where did he get my number from? Besides, I don't even want to talk to him. I changed his contact.
school fuckboy💩
I turned off my phone again, but then I heard another buzz. Is he still texting me?
school fuckboy💩: Stop ignoring me, babe.
Babe? We aren't even official.
school fuckboy💩: You can't ignore me forever. I'm sorry for how my father acted. He's a bit aggressive, but once you get on his nice side you'll see how kindhearted he is.
school fuckboy💩: :3
"Shove that bullshit in my ass." I murmured to myself. I turned off my phone and made sure to block him before I did. Today was Friday, no school tomorrow. Also means I'll be going to my other dad's house.
Mr Worldwide.
Pitbull.
He is a very horny man. He makes me wear weird shit whenever I go there for the weekend. Thankfully, he hasn't done anything to me.
Yet.
Thinking about him reminds me of Tom Nook.
Shit, get him out of your head!!
You looked at your phone. 50 notifications.
Fuck him. You decided to go eat something then head to bed.
Let's hope my stay at my dad's house will be normal.