Journal 4b. (part 1)

It all started... when I was born. I took a look in the eyes of my mother and father and saw only one thing, evil. They laughed menacingly as they barged ino my room and ate my last cookie and kicked my Pikachu repeatedly, as I layed there, crying like the baby they thought I was. I couldn't take it anymore, tonight was the night I could get my revenge for all of the things they've done to me. I took my battered Pikachu, the remains of the cookie I was longing for, and ran out to the 600,000th precinct, where I reported them for animal abuse and grand theft. The police said nothing, I asked them to arrest my parents but all they could do was laugh at me and call me a little girl so I said, "you know what, I'm taking this into my own hands!" and ran to the local bargain store and brought twenty pairs of socks, rolled them into a big ball, and shoved them into one large size twenty-two tube sock and as soon as I got home, I beat my parents with that one fateful sock, yelling, "consider this Pikachu's revenge!"