my family is in my room hanging out and my brother brings incense in and starts to light it. then my dad starts lighting some. i’m like, “what are you doing?” and they say it smells. i start screaming stop it and they won’t. i say it’s dangerous, so i throw paper and attempt to start a fire. they eventually line my room with incense and i’m pissed. they also start cleaning my room. i tell them that for e very incense they light, i wouldn’t go to school for one hour. they cover my room completely. i leave my room hella pissed and skip class, even though the quarter has just begun.
my dad gives me a speech about how different people are, and i say what the fuck. i yell at him for going to muckleshoot casino. a distant family member is coming over and i want to embarrass them because i am so pissed. i remember the last time the girl was here. she was so cute. i think about class and also that if i call my chiropractor, he can write me a note so i can miss it.
i go back to my clean room and the incense has burnt out. there is now a ladder in my room. i’m trying to lock my door; it now has two locks on it. i am about to change when my brother and dad hug me. i think they think that they got to me and i liked the room… but screw that.