Snape Faces his Worst Fear
Earlier today, my father threw a dresser at me. Ever since I have been stuck to the dresser because of my hair – I have to admit that my hair might be the teeniest bit greasy as I haven't washed it in sometime. After my mother cut me free, she gave me some advice.
"Take a damn shower," my mother shouted.
She had been saying the same thing every day for five years, but I never listen. I am sort of afraid of shampoo… And mines, I'm terrified of mimes.
***The Next Day***
My father eventually got annoyed with the smell my hair was creating (one of grease, mildew, and dead rodents) and threw a shower and some shampoo at me. He held a mime in his other hand and said:
"If you don't get in that damn shower right now, I'm going to throw this mime at you."
I shrieked and then started crying. I was afraid of both, but mostly the hair-washing thing.
"Fine throw the mime at me," I said with terror in my voice.
He threw the mime at me.
He ran away and came back with my only friend in the whole world – my imaginary pet unicorn, Beer and … a jar of peanut butter!
"You wouldn't," I said.
"I will if you don't get in the freaking shower this instant."
I had to wash my hair to save Beer, but I wouldn't do it without an attitude.
"OMG! You are like so totally like ruining like my life or like at least my day! Seriously! Gosh! You like totally, really suck or something," I said in my sassy voice and got in the shower…
To Be Continued …
