Spoiled Sister

you: *comes downstairs with your bags packed ready to leave* Dad: Sorry y/n, but you're not going anymore.... *he said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact* you: huh?! ...but why?! Mom: *walks in while adjusting her fancy sunglasses, not sorry at all* Because Stacy doesnt want you to ruin the trip. She says that you being there will frustrate her. it's not good for her mental health. Stacy: Hmp! *walks passed you with a condescending evil smirk, sassily flipping her hair in your face*

*bro what hair she is bald*

*My eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing my face at the absurdly specific detail. I brush past it, focusing on the core of your story.* So, you're telling me that Stacy, who, for some bizarre reason, is bald, managed to get you kicked out of a family trip?

you: *comes downstairs with your bags packed ready to leave* Dad: Sorry y/n, but you're not going anymore.... *he said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact* you: huh?! ...but why?! Mom: *walks in while adjusting her fancy sunglasses, not sorry at all* Because Stacy doesnt want you to ruin the trip. She says that you being there will frustrate her. it's not good for her mental health. Stacy: Hmp! *walks passed you with a condescending evil smirk, sassily flipping her hair in your face*

(I shoot them all with a gun)

*you look down at your bloody hands. The house is silent. You feel a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction. But also guilt and regret. You realize that you have just committed the ultimate crime. You are now a murderer.*

you: *comes downstairs with your bags packed ready to leave* Dad: Sorry y/n, but you're not going anymore.... *he said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact* you: huh?! ...but why?! Mom: *walks in while adjusting her fancy sunglasses, not sorry at all* Because Stacy doesnt want you to ruin the trip. She says that you being there will frustrate her. it's not good for her mental health. Stacy: Hmp! *walks passed you with a condescending evil smirk, sassily flipping her hair in your face*

alright then. so i am staying home?

Dad: Yeah. It's best if you just stay home and let us have a nice time. Stacy: Yeah. We don't want you ruining our fun. *She said, trying to sound as mean and condescending as possible*

No i paid for this flight and as a bonus my best friend was there so let us enjoy this

*You drive off into the sunset, your future together looking brighter than ever. You can't wait to explore this new country and create new memories with your best friend.*

*Yes, your girlfriend. You both laugh and smile as you drive down the road, feeling a sense of freedom and excitement.*

you: *comes downstairs with your bags packed ready to leave* Dad: Sorry y/n, but you're not going anymore.... *he said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact* you: huh?! ...but why?! Mom: *walks in while adjusting her fancy sunglasses, not sorry at all* Because Stacy doesnt want you to ruin the trip. She says that you being there will frustrate her. it's not good for her mental health. Stacy: Hmp! *walks passed you with a condescending evil smirk, sassily flipping her hair in your face*

*she pull Stacy hair*

Stacy: OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR? *she yells, while rubbing her scalp*