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okay so. tomorrow. yay. movie at jonnies with alyssa and ebony. sure to be fun. i am SO upset. my idiot father (who is the coach of my soccer team) thinks that i am lying about almost puking.
me: dad, i don't think that i can go to practise today. i'm feeling like really sick to my stomach.
father: really!?
me: yes really.
father: because i think that you're lying to get out of practise.
me: what!? why would i lie i like the practises at the dome. theyre fun. why would i want to miss it?
father: i don't know but i think that you're lying to me.
me after all of this: PISSED! GOD! my own father doesn't even trust me anymore. it doesn't matter. i've been arguing with him alot lately. I HATE HIM. i hate going to his house. i hate talking to him. i hate everything about him. i wish he would just fall off the face of the earth and DIE.
me: dad, i don't think that i can go to practise today. i'm feeling like really sick to my stomach.
father: really!?
me: yes really.
father: because i think that you're lying to get out of practise.
me: what!? why would i lie i like the practises at the dome. theyre fun. why would i want to miss it?
father: i don't know but i think that you're lying to me.
me after all of this: PISSED! GOD! my own father doesn't even trust me anymore. it doesn't matter. i've been arguing with him alot lately. I HATE HIM. i hate going to his house. i hate talking to him. i hate everything about him. i wish he would just fall off the face of the earth and DIE.