Now, you might have heard a little bit about my stepdad, Tony, but probably not much. Lets just say that’s he’s the definition of strict.
So here I am, scrolling through tumblr, when he walks in. I quickly switch to scratch, but he sees I closed the tab. He grabs my arm, and makes that little “mmhmm” noise that’s like a “yea” but with your mouth closed. I start to loose feeling in my hand as he asks “What where you looking at?”
Now, im slightly honest about this part, but I answer “Simple’s blog.”, even though technically I was browsing through my tumblr dashboard.
“Done your homework?”
[LIE DETECTOR GOES OFF IN BACKGROUND]
He smiles, and for the first time in probably years, praises me.
If I hadn’t lied, I probably would have gotten smacked in the head.
I had a few things of homework, but Ill do them 2morow morning when he’s left.
Infact, im not even going to touch my backpack 2night 🙂 *slides backpack into corner*