You know what's not fun? Being told you can't come here. Specifically. For five days, but... my mom is out and I don't think my sis knows.
You know what else isn't fun? Screaming, raving tantrums that eventually lead to running out of your house and your brother being a douche.
Yesterday, I left my bed out, so my sister started bitching me out. As usual. But then, my brother joins in, so I leave the room. I come back later to deal with the bed and they're still bitching me out. And it's obviously my fault the MP3 player my sister left on her bed got under it and I couldn't see it, so... I screamed and called my mom to get me out of here. She said to chill in her room. And I would've.
If my brother weren't a douche.
He came in and I told him over and over that she said to stay in here and relax, but he kept bothering me. So I left the house. Didn't go far, just up to the corner. I brought my keys and my coat, and when my mom came, I just cried my eyes out.
... if there were any eyes left to cry out. As I had been weeping for... about an hour?
I dunno.
But it wasn't fun.
The good news is that because I shouldn't be here, I have more time to work with the novel. And because of my tantrum, I have my own room! Of course, it's still my sister's room until she clears out of there, which will be... never.