Chapter 2- how do you like your potatoes?
We silently eat breakfast (cake) while I listening to some starbomb songs. "Hilery how do ya ike pokatoes?" He looks at me confused and asks "what?" I swallow my food and repeat "Tyler how do you like pokatoes, I mean potatoes? "Raw" "what? You like raw potatoes? Well I'm making baked 'taters for dindins" "whatever" he replies.
Suddenly the doorbell rings, "aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I shout on the way to the door and then when I about to open it I say "pokemón!" I race outside grabbing my package and running back inside. "What the fuck was that? Were we even born from the same lady?" A rush of pain rushes through me and I cring inside when he swore.
"Please don't swear, and we had different mums, you got luckier than me" "says the one who got to travel the world!" "I was a lab rat, excuse me!" Anger rushed through me "what?" I lean on the table and blink my eyes "forget what I said, sorry"
I start setting up my camera in front of the sofa, and stat down. I turned the camera on, I did my intro and and then realised I had no scissors. "Tyler!" "What?" "Can you give me the scissors?" "Why?" "Please?" I say using puppy eyes "Fine!" I have to cut that out, maybe I should put in the bloopers video, it will be the first time my brother was on the channel.
I went to the fridge and grabbed a stick of butter, I head to my room to record battledome. I start to call up my friends on skype when I feel something watching me, I turn around "Will?" I call then remember he is dead. "Hello" "who are you?" "Will of course" "he's dead!" "I may be dead but I have come for revenge!" "Why?" "Why should I tell you?" *silsence* "hello?" *no response*
I hesitantly turn back to the computer screen. 5 missed calls, "oh shiz" I pick up and quickly apologize for not picking up.
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