No. I'm so pissed I can just write it.
What the fuck, man?
God.
I'm so mad I can't even type or write right.
.....*smiles a little* Hehe.. write right.
*twitches and goes back to her instant anger*
Nine minutes.
....Eight minutes.
Eight minutes until my first final for Biology, which I know I'm going to fail and have to repeat and Mom will hate me forever, and I'm not in class or on the road on the way to school.
Seven minutes.
Why?
Mom isn't home.
Gramma woke me up at 6:45 asking me when I was planning to "get my ass up," as she ever-so-nicely put it. I jumped out of bed and asked where mom was while not even half awake, as I was dreaming about something oh-so nice for once. *dreamily sighs and smiles just a little at thought of the dream*
*snaps back out of it and flames explode around her, whipping about angrilly*
Six minutes.
She said Mom isn't here.
I called the casino I knew she'd be at and paged her.
You'd think she'd answer!?
You'd think she'd call back if she COULDN'T answer!?!
Five minutes.
.......Four minutes.
I just sat there and stared at the clock.
The fuck.. The fuck the fuck!? >_< GAHHHHHH HAAAAA >_< *the flames that had been around her shoot out and blow up a few nearby items*
Three.
God DAMN it.
My -final- Exam. One of my LAST days to be at school and I have to be LATE.
Anyway.
You think she'd ANSWER the phone or at least call back!?
No!
*again, the flames shoot upward*
*then suddenly fade*
Two minutes. I hear the garage. She's here.
Ja.
Owari.