I think "Soul Eater" is taking a toll on what I say now.

Mom: *trying to see who my teachers are gonna be* Do you know who (Name) is?

Me: Nope. Never seen them and (Math teacher) has never said them. Ever.

Stepdad: *sitting in the chair that had to be in the back of the office* Hey, Jewfie, can you stand behind your mom so that I can see? (Jewfie= Jewfrieda (a nickname that he came up for me back when he and my mom were dating))

Me: Eh, I'm leaving anyways. *walks out of office* It's 11 am and I'm starving.

Stepdad: You never ate?

Me: No. I woke up at 6, came down here, shivering, said to mom "I'm going back to sleep on the couch where the blankets aren't 20 degrees." and slept until 11. I haven't eaten a single soul.

Mom: ....

Stepdad: ....Uh-

Me: I MEAN "EATEN A SINGLE THING"!! EATEN A SINGLE THING!!! I'M NOT A SOUL EATER!!!

Mom: *cough*Drumpf*cough*

Stepdad: *chuckles* What?

Me: Wow, that wasn't cool of me, at all. *walks to the kitchen* *sees how its a mess* *OCD kicks in* WHY IS THIS KITCHEN A MESS?!? THE CEREAL BOXES AREN'T STRAIGHT ANYMORE!! AND THE Y-U-M LETTER PLAQUES ARE ARE CROOKED!! THIS KITCHEN IS-

Mom: *to my stepdad* Therapy called, they want their patient back.

Me: *runs to the office* HA!! Therapy can't handle a star like me!! (the only time I had high self-esteem)

Boop (^-^)/