When I got home and asked Dad about the party, he wouldn't let me go. I can just imagine Jane there, talking to boys. What kind of jerk can't even go to a party because his parents won't let him? I don't even want to talk about it, I'm so disgusted and mad. |
It makes me sick. Goddamn him.
I really, really hated him. I won't even go into his reasons. As a consequence I spent a gloomy evening at home watching TV.