An hour after detention with Mrs. Quinn aka the teacher who tries to stay young by making us call her by her first name, *cough* I mean the teacher that really want's to connect with her students more by letting them call her by her first name. I thought my day couldn't get worse and trust me I rather go to military camp than be in detention with Mrs. Quinn, she's that bad there is an exception to this statement I would rather be in detention if I had to do more than like  10 pushups, so no military camp. But with my extremely good luck and extremely good hearing it always turns out well (note the sarcasm).

It was pouring rain and some homeless person ( think it was a guy ) stole my umbrella, I mean I would be angry, but at least my umbrella helped a homeless person. So as I walked home a taxi drove by and - there is only one word that can describe what happened without bringing up the memory of uhh I don't even want to talk about it. That word is wet-pants that is not really a word, but it is now thanks to the line thing. As I arrived at the apartment with the kind-of-red-ish door.Wait a minute, let's just take a moment to 'reflect' on that sentence, it's just pure embarrassment for my English teacher and I don't know what the line thing is called. I opened the door and as if my luck couldn't get better at the bottom of the stairs was the basket of freshly done laundry. I dug through trying to find a dry pair of pants until ...

" YOU DIRTY-CHEATING-LYING-PIG! I HATE YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME ?! HOW COULD YOU BE WITH ANOTHER WOMAN WHEN YOUR MARRIED ME !" my mother's voice screamed.

What ? Did Dad cheat? On mom? This must be a nightmare. It can't be happening. I tugged a strand of hair .

" Oww, " I whispered groaned. This is real? But Mom and Dad love each other ...

" I DON'T KNOW, YOU TELL ME MAYBE IF YOU DRESSED UP AND USED SOME MAKE UP MAYBE I WOULDN'T BE SO EMBARRASSED TO BE SEEN WITH YOU AND I'M PRETTY SURE TRISTAN FEELS THE SAME WAY, " he yelled in reply.

The words ignited my fury, I could feel it rapidly rushing through my veins.

" THEN WHY DID YOU MARRY ME ? " mom yelled. It hit him like a thousand gunshots.

SMACK ! Mom slapped him hard.