What now?
so I come home...and my room is ripped apart. I have everything from my drawers on my floor. All of it in a pile...from clothes to movies and just random junk. None of it is bad or anything. Just random shit. Mostly papers and whatnot. But before I discover this I call my mom. She sounded pissed off or somthing, I told her that I just got home she said "ok bye" and that was that. I thought maybe she was having a bad day. So I called my dad whos in westbrook. I tell him I got home and he says "ok, hey, clean up that mess in your room and when we get home, we need to talk." I ask "about...?" he says "I'll be home tonight, and then we'll just talk...about everything."
So at this point I'm thinking "what the fuck? Thers nothing bad in my room...just some hunk in my drawers. Maybe they wanted me to clean them out...but then again...why didnt they just ask me?" So then I call my mom again. I ask her "hey mom...whats the deal with my room?"
then she replies while she's crying "I'll be home soon Ryan."
...so now I'm waiting...
WTF...
I didnt do anything wrong that I'm aware of.
So I dont understand why they ripped up my room and they're being so sketchy.
When I figure out what the fuck is going on I'll post.
In the meantime...I guess its "To be Continued..."
So at this point I'm thinking "what the fuck? Thers nothing bad in my room...just some hunk in my drawers. Maybe they wanted me to clean them out...but then again...why didnt they just ask me?" So then I call my mom again. I ask her "hey mom...whats the deal with my room?"
then she replies while she's crying "I'll be home soon Ryan."
...so now I'm waiting...
WTF...
I didnt do anything wrong that I'm aware of.
So I dont understand why they ripped up my room and they're being so sketchy.
When I figure out what the fuck is going on I'll post.
In the meantime...I guess its "To be Continued..."