older prude sisters, damn.
If you don't want to read it, go to the very end. Last few lines
Was watching me this weekend, I went to a friends house last night, came home today, i went to subway, she went into my backpack, i found this out from my nephew, i wrote her a note not to, i come up to my room, she comes to my room and asks what was in the altoids can and what that 12 inch bong was in my backpack, she says its ilegal, blah blah blaH, I really can't say anything. She then tells me shes telling my mom when she comes home tomorrow, I think of doing something drastic, I really hate seeing my mother sad, i really dont know why my sister has the need to make my mom feel like complete utter shit when her mother just had heart surgery and her father had a heart attack, fucking bitch.
My other sister comes over and starts helping me clean my computer desk. Then I proceed to open my dresser to get my pipe, and find it crushed and placed in a zip loc baggie, which makes me pissed that my other sister, the one watching me, was searching my room like a crazy bitch. I tell her she owes me $15.
I sit around for a few minutes, go down stairs and ask her if shes still gonna tell mom, she said yes. I am like, why, you want mom to feel worse than she already is? She never answered that question. An hour or so goes by and I say im going to the park, i got a few things to give away, she asks, whats in your pocket, I pull out some lighter fluid, tell her im gonna chuck it, she then follows me and is like, not that pocket, that one. I say it doesn't matter, and she said give it to me. I said I am going to give it to a friend.
I get to the park and meet up with 2 friends, then start calling people if they want to buy a gram/bong. NO ONE does, so I call Jolene and ask her if there is anything I can do to not make her tell mom. She says come home. So I do.
I get home, I go into the kitchen. She tells me to put the marijuana and bong on the table, which I do. Then she tells me to pick up the weed and come with her to the bathroom. Tells me to flush it, byebye weed. We go back to the kitchen, says pick up the bong, we go to the garage, she takes it and puts it in a garbage bag, tells me to smash it. After all is done and over, im out a bong, a pipe, a gram, and I still don't know if she is going to tell my mom, lets all hope not :/
so god damned worried right now.
see ya guys, nice getting to know some of you
