• "Cally, what are you doing in there!" My father yelled, trying to be angry, but failing profusely. I could see the corner of lips Curl up. He was back to being the leniant dad I knew and loved.

    At that moment i prayed to god my mother wouldn't wallk in at that moment, as I began to pick myself up. The bells of hell rang When...... My mother walked in. I was frozen stiff into place. Don't notice the skirt, Don't notice the skirt, I mentally begged god.

    "CALLY!!! What are you doing out of your room this late of hour. I can't believe you, this is the seventh time you've snuck out, oh im gonna...."

    She noticed the skirt, Oh im done for now. I thought.

    My mother than crossed the small distance between us and tore off my new black mini skirt my best friend Tamela had given me, walked over to the stove and set it aflame. "I don't want ot ever see another one of these indecenses ever again, under my roof, young lady. Do you hear me?!!!

    Fine I'll only wear them outside the house. I grinned to myself. Now it was my turn to do the yelling and be angry. But the fury eluded me as embarrasement from standing in my langerie in the kitchen, flooded me. So I did the next best thing, I ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. God I'm such a wimp. Half way up I calmed myself, I was about to shed tears when my horrible little brother walked to the foot of the stairs above.

    "Hey why if it isn't the skank whore!!!!" he yelled while swinging side to side with his infamous smirk flat on his face. Did I mention I hate my brother? But nothing was worse than his lecherous friends who were always pulling pranks on people.Or oh god......the fat butterball who'd chase me around the house trying to kiss me, with his larded greased mouth, who always carried around a potato chip bag in hand.

    I was way to angry and frustrated at that moment to deal with him, so I just pushed him aside (forcefully) and ran into my bedroom ahead, falling atop my wonderfully comfortable bed. The door burst open. So much for relaxing and crying!!!

    "Don't you ever knock!!!" I yelled my brothers way.

    He cleared his throat "I wish I could one day find, a nice gentle guy, to love and to....*thunk!!* The pillow I had thrown fell to the ground after hitting Jake in the face.

    "That's my diary, you freak of nature!!!!! Give it back!!! Jake threw the diary at me and missed. Ha ha. I leaped towards him and missed! Ow!! The wall I'd hit hurt.
    Regaining thought, I chased Jake down the hall and I had almost made it in time before *Slam!!* the door slammed in my face. My nose would have a fit with me later, because of that. I pounded on the door until I couldn't anymore. I fell to my knees and wept. I rose to my feet like the zombies of "Dawn of the Dead" 2005 version, which was a horrible film by the way. And I slowly made my way back to my bedroom. I changed into my Pj's, turned off the light and fell uncontious as my head touched the pillow.