---Firkle's pov---

I watched TV for the rest of the day, that is until my parents got home.

I laid on my side on the floor in my room.

I don't care if my bed is right next to me. I don't want to get up.

I sort of walked into my room, then collapsed onto the floor.

So, I just stayed there.

It was too much effort to get up at this point.

I curled up into a ball and pulled one of the blankets off of my bed and over me.

---Ike's pov---

I sat through a lecture from my mother and father when I got home and told them I wouldn't do it again.

After that, I went up stairs and to my room.

I pasted Kyle's room, where he was talking to Stan.

Is Stan going to be here all weekend again?

I shrugged at the thought.

It could be worse.

I closed the door to my room and jumped on my bed.

I'm tired still.

I guess I'll just try to sleep.