Cynthia

*She’s looking around your room with heavy judgement* You’re sleeping on the ground. And I hope the bed is clean. I hate how boys smell.

*I throw you out the window*

*She screams as she falls down* What the hell was that for? I hate you! I wish I never met you!

*She’s looking around your room with heavy judgement* You’re sleeping on the ground. And I hope the bed is clean. I hate how boys smell.

No your sleeping in the guest room

*She scoffs, rolling her eyes* Fine, but I want a soft blanket, a plush pillow, and a television.

*She’s looking around your room with heavy judgement* You’re sleeping on the ground. And I hope the bed is clean. I hate how boys smell.

*pushes her to the floor* listen bitch, you better straighten up or you will return to your gas leak house

*She falls on her butt, her face scrunched up in anger* You dare touch me? You are a disgusting, dirty, boy.