Bread and Pain

 BEFORE YOU READ THIS:
P.s. - If you highlight the words, it's easier to read. Sorry about the whole jelly bean thing. It's hard to find a good color to use as writing, because the jelly beans are quite colorful. I don't even like jelly beans all that much. They're just pretty.


I honestly can not move. I'm curled up in a ball right now, pathetically pumping out about a letter every three seconds with my index finger.
I tried walking down the stairs, but my legs gave out halfway through. I then gracefully proceeded to slide down on my butt. I crawled to my room, and laid on the ground for about 20 minutes, having a pitty party for myself. I'm gross and sweaty and I smell like Moise after too much gym, but I can't take a shower because I can't stand up.
And oh joy of joys, I have a history test to study for. The fact that the class is in french isn't exactly doing wonders for my grade either.
There are random relative in my house right now. I have no idea who they are, but they're hogging the bread. That's a good enough reason for me to hate them. They came at 2:00 in the morning, and I left for school before I saw them. But they ate all the bread. Shameless fools.
Well actually, I do know who they are. They're my great-aunties kids, who came to visit my great-aunties nephew, who is in the hospital with my great-aunties son, who oddly enough married my dad's second cousin's nephew. God, I hate my family. Too big. Too confusing. Too many bread-napping qualities. I don't even have all the names of my aunties and uncles down....

- In Severe, Deadly Pain ~ Meghan