*dad opens the door rudely, glares at my dogs, then looks at me*
"Noctic. Are you changing bras and underwear everyday? Everyday? And let me check your toe nails and finger nails. They better not be dirty or ugly. And you better wash your hair better, because you look like a damn hippie. And you smell. And your dogs aren't allowed in your room anymore. I think they are the reason you smell."
*leaves room*
....
What the hell just happened.
1. I only have two bras. e.e And there are only ten pairs of underwear that aren't frilly and girly and stupid. And nine out of ten of them are downstairs drying.
2. Dad. I work around the school during Leadership class. I pick up trash. I pull up weeds. I don't own a nail clipper, and you haven't bothered to buy me one. They're bound to get dirty. >.>
3. I do wash my hair the best I can, like it or not. Who cares if I look like a hippie? I sure as hell don't.
4. I do not smell you ass. You're locked in your own little room all the time, playing video games. You apparently don't know what the average teen smells like. >.> And I am NOT ever ever going to wear perfume.
5. It's my room. They are my dogs. THEY CAN STAY UP HERE IF THEY WANT TO. So tough nuts. >:U