June
Fuck that man who calls himself my uncle.
I hate him! Yet, here I am, fantasizing about him like a fool. I sat up on the bed and glanced at my wall clock —yeah, my uncle is too old-fashioned.
I have already done my assignments and gone through the essay I was given. Yet, the time hasn't moved. I called Mark not too long ago, and we chatted about unimportant things.
He would have come over to the house had it not been for my uncle's stupid rules about me not having a visitor.
Fuck that old man!
I groaned as I plopped down on the bed once more. I'm going to go crazy in here before the end of my grounding period.
However, the thoughts didn't sound all that bad. If only my uncle will miss work; he could spend some time with me. That's a win-win, I tell you.
The sound of his car
