Chimerical
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A few weeks ago I cut my hair. I cleaned up most of it, but left a mess. I took a shower afterwards and didn't clean out the tub. I should've.
When I get home my sister bitches at me for it. So I clean it up, but she keeps bitching, while I'm cleaning it up. She says I have an attitude [I guess me not reacting the way she does means I have an attitude] and that I think I'm smarter than she is. I think . o O ( wtf ) but continue to clean all this up.
Sunday I go to fix my hair because one side is uneven with the other. I get the one side where I want it but then my sister burst in and screams at me and says I'm not aloud to cut my hair. I ignor her and try to finish cutting it but she tries to snatch the clippers out of my hand. I think this is bullshit so I don't submit and tell her I just want to finish cutting my hair and I'll clean up when I'm done. But she's going NUTS at this point. My older brother comes in and imediately sides with her. Now I have two people trying to snag clippers out of my hand, but I let go and I'm trying to exit the bathroom but they don't reallize they're fighting with each other and not me and my arm is caught in the middle getting scratched by clippers. Eventually my brother cuts the cord and hands it to me.
At some point my brother threatens to break my sunglasses. I look at him and tell him I don't care and break them myself. Then he threatens to hit me. I tell him he has nothing to threaten me with, because I really don't care.
While I'm in the other room I'm trying to strip the wire on the clippers and put it back together. They eventually find out what I'm doing and take the cord from me and start beating me with it. [currently I look like a slave with the marks on my back].
At this point I decided to move out so I try to gather my stuff and bus fair to leave but they're throwing everything on the ground in the middle of the room. When I leave with what I could gather and stuff in a backpack they're throwing things at me and hit me in the head with a duck. I hear it quacking and remember that it's my piggy-bank. So I open it up and take all the money and now I'm in a different county.
When I get home my sister bitches at me for it. So I clean it up, but she keeps bitching, while I'm cleaning it up. She says I have an attitude [I guess me not reacting the way she does means I have an attitude] and that I think I'm smarter than she is. I think . o O ( wtf ) but continue to clean all this up.
Sunday I go to fix my hair because one side is uneven with the other. I get the one side where I want it but then my sister burst in and screams at me and says I'm not aloud to cut my hair. I ignor her and try to finish cutting it but she tries to snatch the clippers out of my hand. I think this is bullshit so I don't submit and tell her I just want to finish cutting my hair and I'll clean up when I'm done. But she's going NUTS at this point. My older brother comes in and imediately sides with her. Now I have two people trying to snag clippers out of my hand, but I let go and I'm trying to exit the bathroom but they don't reallize they're fighting with each other and not me and my arm is caught in the middle getting scratched by clippers. Eventually my brother cuts the cord and hands it to me.
At some point my brother threatens to break my sunglasses. I look at him and tell him I don't care and break them myself. Then he threatens to hit me. I tell him he has nothing to threaten me with, because I really don't care.
While I'm in the other room I'm trying to strip the wire on the clippers and put it back together. They eventually find out what I'm doing and take the cord from me and start beating me with it. [currently I look like a slave with the marks on my back].
At this point I decided to move out so I try to gather my stuff and bus fair to leave but they're throwing everything on the ground in the middle of the room. When I leave with what I could gather and stuff in a backpack they're throwing things at me and hit me in the head with a duck. I hear it quacking and remember that it's my piggy-bank. So I open it up and take all the money and now I'm in a different county.
