Cuz I'm SICK OF MY F****n* BROTHER BUTTING IN ON ALL MY FRETTING GAMES THAT'S WHY AND HE POST THE UPDATE B4 IT WAS READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Breaks down and cries-
Kenzie. Come on. Shhh. It's ok. -hugs Kenzie- Just stay away from Callum while you're updating! And repost the update. It's ok.
The next Day~Friday McKenna's POV …DJ turn it up! It's about damn time to live it… BANG! My hand shot out and dismissed the alarm on my iPod. It had been a fair bit of time into the song so I rolled onto my back and glanced at the clock. "Oh My Gosh, I'm going to be late for school!" I told myself. If your wondering what the time is, it is 5:59. "That, alarm, was supposed to wake me at 5:30! I've slept in and what if I don't make the bus?" I jumped out of my purple and green sheets. "Stop talking to yourself miss, you'll just end up losing time!" I spun around quickly. "Mu-um. Don't do that! You startled me! And I can't help it if I was tired." "So you can't tell me all about the date over breakfast? Hurry up and get dressed because I want to hear all about it!" Mum held the all, just to annoy me. "Well, if your so keen to hear it, politely back out and close the door. I like to dress in peace and privacy!" I just had to roll my eyes at her. 'Cause like, my mother is embarrassing and annoying, AT THE SAME TIME! I can't help but get slightly frustrated with her. "Whatever sweets, just don't forget today's sport. If you wear your sport gear, you'll be fine." She backed out and closed the door. Loudly. "Argh, MU-THER!" I screamed at her through my closed door. I swear I heard her smirk. So I quickly changed out of my Pj's and into my uniform for Fridays. I opened my door, quietly, then banged down the stairs to breakfast. That's where I confronted her…
Contuined McKenna's PoV I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the way she spat out 'Whatever Sweets' or the way she closed the damn door! Either way, I was FURIOUS! Not only was she a cheeky, embarrassing, frustrating and annoying mother but also a TWIT! I came rumbling down the stairs. Six at a time. At the top of my lungs, "I WANT A WORD WITH YOU MUM!" I bellowed. Boy, did she look guilty. All dad did was sit there, just sit there reading his daily newspaper in the midst of a full-on cat fight! I had to stop and stare. Quickly, I started marching ever closer to my mum again. "I demand an explanation. Now. Over BREAKFAST." I hissed. My heart was racing. Then, lordy, Mum put on her fake innocent expression. "I have no recollection of what you're talking about sweets." Then, she turned to dad. In a sickly voice mum asked him "May you tell our daughter that if she doesn't give up the fight and eat breakfast now she'll be grounded for two weeks… including the prom?" Oh, you should've seen me jump into action…