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*

(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*

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*

*proceeds to stab her with bones*

*everyone stares in disbelief and horror at the blood splattered body, the screams of terror, and the blood-soaked carpet*

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*

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 slap her hair out of my face and walk up stairs to my room gloomily* alright have a ''good'' time *i say hoping that stacy gets bit by a shark or bullied by a little boy or just being plain old STUNG by a jellyfish AND ALSO hoping that my parents guilty conscience gets to them and come back home imeadintly and shower me in love and affection and hugs and kisses and candy and that stacy the big whiner will get forgotten in the car and start to cry and i will tell them that then they will go to the car and get stupid stacy and then say ''what a GOOD girl you are Brittany''*

Dad: *follows you upstairs to your room and sits down on your bed* we're really sorry about this sweetheart, it's just that...... *he hesitates* Stacy is......special. she's the youngest and the most delicate, she needs the most attention......