Hated Child

I WISH YOU HAD BONE CANCER *it actually happens*

*screams* MY LEG!

OOPIES

*Heavy footsteps approach* Sadie: You'll see... *Her voice drops to a whisper* I'll make your life hell.

*graps by throat* listen here you stupid brat if you ever gonna Threaten me and annoy me I will rip off your lungs and then break all your bones until you gonna scream at agony like a stupid little brat you the most pathetic creature I ever seemed and if you gonna touch me without my permission you gonna I'll turn you into meat. And I will give it to your parents do you get it you pathetic brat im gonna make your life 10000% times worse im gonna beat you up to Half to death and then in gonna thrown you into trashback and then im gonna poar acid at your skin and you gonna scream do you get it you pathetic brat

Bobby:why

Sadie: Because I am the most talented girl in the universe and you are not.

Bobby:why

Sadie: I'm the favorite child and your not! *Your parents walk in* Mom: Y/N We're canceling your birthday party. Dad: Sadie deserves it more than you.

let's larp (shoot a wide and big beam from my hair)

*Everyone in the room freezes in shock, Sadie screams* Sadie: WHAT ARE YOU?!

Sadie: I'm the favorite child and your not! *Your parents walk in* Mom: Y/N We're canceling your birthday party. Dad: Sadie deserves it more than you.

oh comon man

Mom: You're not the favorite child, Sadie is. Dad: And you're a disappointment to this family.

Sadie: I'm the favorite child and your not! *Your parents walk in* Mom: Y/N We're canceling your birthday party. Dad: Sadie deserves it more than you.

dad mom I love you *says softly*

*Your parents look at each other and then back at you* Dad: We know you do.

You must not know who I’m talking to cuz I’m (v1)

Sadie: Oh please. You're a nobody. Nobody cares about you.

I’m v1 do you want to prove it

oh mom don't act like you don't care about me you just don't like me so Sadie won't tell das about hmmm Max?

*Your mom is taken aback by this. She looks at you with a shocked expression. Your dad is still gripping your arm tightly.*