Guess who's back? ME! YES I'M FINNALLY GETTING FLAMES! IT'S ABOUT TIME PEOPLE! But you know what sucks? THAT STUPID HIT COUNTER! GOD I HATE IT! I've gotten 385 hits, yet only nine reviews! PEOPLE, TELL ME HOW MUCH THIS STORY SUCKS PLEASE! Ok now I shall continue to teach this family a life saving lesson. DON'T DO DRUGS!
Dear Rachel (My buddy)
How are you doing? I'm fine! Well as you know I am visiting some distant relatives and they are strange people. So far I have witnessed the exorcism of my little relative, Michelle, Danny, jumped off the roof, and two kids were taken away and their dad went to jail. Our little experiment is going well. NEXT VICTIM!
Love, CT
I quickly put the letter into an envelope and placed it in the desk to mail it later. Who should I get next? That child molester was really starting to bug me. The horny bastard couldn't keep his hands off of Michelle. So I left to find him.
Then I noticed my little baggy of drugs was gone. I ventured downstairs to look for them. But on my way down I tripped. "What the hell?" I pulled myself off from the floor and saw Becky lying on the stairs, clearly dead. Next to her were my drugs. "There you are!" And I left Becky for someone else to deal with.
I found Joey in the living room. Too much of my surprise, he was alone. "Hi Cecily!" he said.
I stopped in my tracks and glared at him. He kept smiling. "Want to see a Bull Winkle impression?" he asked me.
"No."
But he did it anyways. I stood there staring at him. "Are you ok?" he asked me.
"Yeah. Why?" I asked suspiciously.
"Because you aren't laughing," Joey said.
"Because it wasn't funny."
"Here, I'll do it again." And he repeated his queer little impression. Again I gave the same reaction.
"You're a fag," I said. "But I got a present for you!" I walked over and held out the bag to him.
"What is it?" he questioned me.
"…Candy!"
"Oh! I'd love some!" He picked through the bag and took out some Heroin. "What's this?"
"It's like a pixie stick," I told him. "But you eat it through your nose."
"Interesting," Joey said. "I think I'll try some." He took a handful and sniffed it all. I stifled a laugh. But that laugh soon escaped once he collapsed to the floor. At least the couch was free now.
I sat down and clicked on the TV. Then Stephanie came in through the front door. "Have you seen Becky? I can't find her anywhere?" Stephanie asked me.
"Try the stairs," I said not looking away from the TV.
"What happened to Joey?" she asked sounding worried.
"He's just sleeping."
"On the floor?"
"Hey, he's a strange guy," I said. "I don't know why he decided to sleep on the floor." Stephanie shrugged and exited out of the room to find Becky. She found her. How did I know? 'Cause Stephanie started screaming.
"God is it ever quiet here?" I grumbled as I turned up the volume of the TV to drown out all the racket Stephanie was making.
"What's wrong?" Michelle asked as she came down the stairs.
"I don't know," I said. Michelle seemed to be like a normal kid now. "But go get me something to drink."
"Ok!" Michelle skipped out into the kitchen just like I ordered her. She came back with a can of pop. "Here you go!"
"Thanks. You can get one too."
"But we aren't supposed to-."
"Well I'm in charge now," I told her. "Your dad is dead, your aunt is dead, and your uncle is in jail. So that leaves me in charge."
"Ok!" Michelle went back into the kitchen and came back with her own can of pop.
"Stephanie is passed out on the floor," she told me.
"Is she breathing?" I asked, focusing on the TV.
"Yup." Michelle was also watching the television show.
"Then she's fine."
NOW I DEMAND FLAMES! MWHAHAHAHA! No seriously, flame now!
