My parents came home ten minutes later to a scared crazy babysitter. The pink clad women started screaming about how I needed to go to an insane asylum.
that would be fun. People like me who know that woman deserved everything that happened to her. People who understood that I'm not crazy I just happen to think a little bit differently.
After she leaves my parents come up to my room only to see me sharpening my swiss knife. The look on their faces is priceless.
My mom starts off in a nice tone, "Sweetie, I know times are tough withh Decker going off to Hogwarts and everything-"
I snarl. "I do not miss Decker one bit, Mother," I spit out at her, disgust lacing my voice. "I actually enjoy him not being here," I tell her. My mother rears back. She looks to my father. When she does this I grin menacingly.
"Aww, does Mommy need Daddy's special approval?"
My father's face lights up in anger. This reaction only makes my grin widen.
My father keeps his rage in check though much to my chagrin.
"You will not speak to your mother like that," he barely manages to get it out.
"I'll speak to her in anyway I want to," I tell him. I get up and walk over to my dresser and swipe all of the expensive stuff off the top of it. It all shatters onto the floor. Carefully I set my Swiss knife and sharpening rock down on top of the dresser. I turn around and look at my petty parents
"Is that all?" I ask them.
"My father, being the more brave one, speaks up. "Yes," he says. He waits for me to do something. I do nothing, but stare at him expectingly. He gulps, but continues, "You will be going to a boarding school over in America, it's for," he falters, not knowing the right word, "Erm, special children," he finishes warily.
Despite being much braver than my mother he still fears me. I find this funny. The father, the boss scared of his skinny little blonde with crazy eyes and a menacing grin.
"Oh yipee," I say. "Finally I will be able to leave this dump."
My mother's eyes flash with hurt. I know she takes much pride in the state of her large home.
"I ask again, is that all?"
My father looks at me disappointment in his sad brown eyes.
"Yes," He tells me "You're leaving tomorrow so start packing,"
He grabs my mother's hand and quickly exits my room, being sure not to step on any shards of glass and porcelain on my floor.
REVIEW REPLIES
TO GUEST: HUH? HOW'D YOU KNOW? WAS IT THE PINK? OR MAYBE IT WAS THE CAT PART. KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR MORE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS JOINING US ON THIS JOURNEY WITH AKIRA.