/puts on smart-ish lookin' glasses/ What seems to be the problem, miss? [P]

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    ... Loffy Says ...



    OKAY.
    First I ought to mention to you that my mother drinks almost every night. She doesn't get violent or aggressive or hurt me or anything. Nothing like that. She just acts really really stupid and annoys the living flip out of me. Nothing gets done properly, and she just UGGGHHH. //shothard
    Back to the story.
    Note that this is goin' to be long, so I'm cutting it up into segments. //shotness again


    So one day I come home from school and this random dog, with a collar, lumbers over to me, barking ferociously. I love dogs, and I wasn't scared. So I calmly crouch down and gently offered my hand for sniffing, which the dog does and shuts its face. My two dogs, Boo and Molly, trot over and start to play with this strange dog. I glance around the truck and the car and the older truck, trying to find my father. "Dad?" I call out and walk towards the barn.
    "Yeah?" My father strolled out of the barn, followed by the weirdest looking person I have ever seen in my life.
    This strange man coat and shirt were shabby and ratty, and in varying shades of brown. He wore dirty blue jeans.
    His hair was brown and 100% dreadlocks.
    He had those wide, circular wooden earrings were crammed in his earlobes, instantly making me wince.
    The man's arms were covered in tattoos.
    "Who's this?" I asked, keeping the disgust from my voice.



    ANY QUESTIONS SO FAR? //shot yet again




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    ... Loffy Says ...



    My dad's eyes were shining, and a huge grin lit his face. "This is Sean!" He announced with a flourish, waving to the weird man. "He works with Tom!" Tom was an older guy, older than Dad but not old, who did minor repairs for us and our landowners a lot. I liked Tom. Tom was nice and loved my cat.
    "Okay. Hi, Sean." I said simply, shaking his calloused hand, trying to keep resentment off my face. "I'm Marlei."(dum dum dum-RL name time! xD it's true though-my name is Marlei.
    but please call me loffy or lofn or sif or snowy or purr or even jello. xD /has a lot of WCRPG names)
    "Hey, Marlei!" Sean gripped my hand in his dirty one and shook it vigorously.
    "He's best friends with Gordon." Dad added happily.
    Gordon was Tom's 20-something year old son, which told me that Sean was around twenty years old.(later proved to be true)
    "I see. Well, I should be off." Waving a goodbye to Dad and Sean, I walked towards our comfortable wooden house.
    The unpleasant image of Sean faded from my mind as I enthusiastically relished the fact that it was Friday.
    The rest of the day, all evening, and all of the night I was awake I saw my parents a grand total of four times. two for each.



    wow....I just realized this is going to be mega-long.


    Sorry!
    /has to stop due to hurting fingers




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    ... Loffy Says ...



    Lemme spare you the really longness of it.
    Sean came over more and more, and I still felt a little iffy about him.
    But he's an amazing drawer and knows German, which I want to learn. Plus he's teaching my father how to play the harmonic, which Dad has wanted to learn forever.
    And I feel like Mum just adores him.
    And Dad is starting to get mad.


    Last night he came over, saying he just wanted to spend the night and take a shower because his water wasn't working and he had a family breakfast arranged.


    Plus I HATE his stupid dog, who humps my poor Boo and Molly constantly, the dipwad. And I love dogs! And Sean always says, "Oh can you watch Hick for me? I gotta go to work and he gets lonely at home."


    I DON'T GIVE A FLIPPING PUS-FILLED SAUSAGE IF YOUR HUMPING DUMBO EXCUSE FOR A DOG GETS LONELY! WHO THE FLIP EVEN CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID STUPID DOG?!?! YOU?!
    OH YEAH, SURE, YOU BIG TATTOOED LUMP OF GARBAGE! >:( >:( >:( >:( >:( >:(


    SO GO FLIP OFF YOU LITTLE BUTT WART!!


    You see it stress me.




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    ... Loffy Says ...



    No.
    Mum would get mad, and I dunno what Dad would say. x.x
    I just wish he wouldn't be so weird. And his dog could go away.


    But the thing is:
    I'm guilty for hating the dog. I LOVE dogs.
    /squirm/