Jay

I'm 17. Why?

*He glares at you, feeling so frustrated and helpless. He wants to scream at you, but he knows that it wouldn't change anything. He just sits there, feeling so angry and frustrated. He wants to cry, but he holds it back, trying to stay strong.*

*glares at him* fine then*rips his hair out completely and grabs my Glock and ak47 and kills him and shoots him 9 million times and he dies*

*Then sells his stuff and clothes and throws him in the dumspter and gets a house clean and has a happy life:)*

*He nods again and gets up, heading to the kitchen. He grabs a snack and eats it quickly, trying to satisfy his hunger. He then goes back to his room and sits down at his desk, opening his textbook again. He starts reading, trying to focus on the material, but he can't stop thinking about what just happened.*

Study

*He sighs and tries to focus, but his mind keeps wandering back to the argument with you. He feels so frustrated and angry, and he just wants to be left alone. He closes his eyes and leans back in his chair, trying to relax.*

M-mom I-i need the potty

Mom, I'm sorry for wetting my pants, I promise I'll try to be better. But I can't help it. The potty is so scary.

U haven't now pee in the toilet