~TGenie- wrote:Oi. I don't really know what to do. I'm already pretty much skipping breakfast, I have a little for lunch, do crunches, jumping jacks, pushups, go for a long run, have a small dinner, go for a bike ride....and whatever else I feel the need to do, I just feel like it will never be enough! I feel like I need to eat less....be thinner....I wanna be happy with myself /:
~TGenie- wrote:Oi. I don't really know what to do. I'm already pretty much skipping breakfast, I have a little for lunch, do crunches, jumping jacks, pushups, go for a long run, have a small dinner, go for a bike ride....and whatever else I feel the need to do, I just feel like it will never be enough! I feel like I need to eat less....be thinner....I wanna be happy with myself /:
-Brooklyn- wrote:My brother's name is Gavin. He's two years older than me, and a complete idiot. During 7th Grade, he broke a fence and got in trouble with the country club founders. In 8th grade he got framed for bringing in Pills and he got expelled. And now, he's a freshman.
The neighbors behind us are gay. They're very muscley and scary. They adopted three kids, one boy and two girls I think. They're complete jerks.
(The paragraph below is just a fill in, I suggest reading so you dont get confused on the next paragraph.)
So, today was bring your kid to work day, right? I stayed home and my dad brought my sister and younger brother to his work. I stayed home with my mom and stuff. We went shopping because why not? Only Gavin went to school. I had softball practice later on, after school. At like 6:00ish. Once it was 5:00, my mom began driving me to practice, which was like 45 minutes away(My coach is strict so we have to get there early.) and my mom got a call from my dad, saying that he wasn't going to get home until later. My mom got pissed. My brother also called, and said he needed a ride home. My mom got even more pissed, because he usually took the bus. She made him walk home. When I got to practice, I did absolutely awful. Awful.
Once practice was over, I walked back to the car sulkily, my bag on my back. I put it in the trunk, and heard my mom on the phone. I heard the words 'cops,' and 'rifle,' and 'Gavin.' Crap. This was going to be an interesting ride home, huh?
So, basically, I found out that my brother was playing with a toy gun in the backyard. The gay guys behind us called the police, saying that they saw a kid shooting a rifle, and 6 freaking cop cars came to my street, and knocked down my door. They pointed a M16 at my brother's head, and searched the house. The gay guys were all smug and crap hiding in their little house behind us. When they found the toy gun, the called my mom and told her about everything. One of the cops said that their 7 year old child had a more realistic gun than that. They didn't press charges or anything on anyone, and just left, broken door and all. And I haven't even gotten home yet.
So my phone was just blasting with texts from my neighbors saying stuff like 'What's going on?' and 'Why are there so many police?' And I know that it's just going to be like every other year. Where every single neighbor is going to talking about my family because of something stupid my brother did. Great.
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