This really happened. please read and review.
August is the worst month for the AC to go out, now my mom, my little sister Channing and I are laying down in the front room, it's the only place with a ceiling fan. The next morning I wake up to Click, Click, Click, my cousin Richard is sitting at the breakfast bar that joins the front room to the kitchen, clicking a clicky pen.
I sit up and look at the clock on the VCR, 2 AM, I turn my glare to Richard and glare groggily at him through my hair, he looks back and me innocently, I fall back on my pillow and try to go back to sleep…CLICK, CLICK, CLICKITY CLICK.**
I growl and jump up, grab my pillow and stumble my way over to my cousin-who is still clicking away-and hit him over the head as hard as I can with my pillow and grab the pen, walk back over to my pallet/bed and curl up and go to sleep, leaving a confused Richard in my wake.
**this is where it turns from what happened to what I wish is what happened.