Stinkerbelle: Anthony…text this picture to Anthony

Anthony: uh uh…no way….he’s in a mood today…you do it

Stinkerbelle: noooo I did….i texted him that all eyes were on deck and I was working really hard…. he’s in a mood the last several days…going on weeks…he’ll laugh at the end.

Anthony:  noooooo! I don’t wanna hear him roar…

Stinkerbelle: you were a rough neck in that horrible place…you can’t be chicken shit

Anthony: I’m not chicken shit I’m smart…I’m crazy…he’s insane…..HUGE…diff….okay?

Stinkerbelle: *sigh* fine!!!!!

But before we could even do it I hear the bike pulling up.

So I left Eeyore on the bed with my book on quantum mechanics.

Stinkerbelle: tell him you haven’t seen me in hours…that I left outta the house right after he did

Anthony: you are cruisin’ for a bruisin’ meja..

Stinkerbelle: *smiling* hahaha…I know!...hahahahaha and you won’t be lying…..i’m going down the road..bye here he comes.

I didn’t have time to get outta the house so I hid behind the sofa.

The greatone: hey…ant….where’s everybody…

Anthony: I dunno…Belle said something about not starting her paper yet..and she left out a long time ago..

The greatone: what da fuck she mean…not started it yet….she told me she started it

Then I hear Roberts voice:

Robert: kids!....*laughs*

Greatone: I get you to ride me home…and that little monkey fucks up my stoneage….i’ma wring that little monkeys neck…

He walks upstairs Robert is behind him. He goes into my room and then slams the door.

I tip toe up the stairs and I hear him say to Robert…she’s trying to bother me……...that………girl!

I wait like ten minutes and walk up to his room like I’m exhausted.

Stinkerbelle: *sweetest voice* hey Anthony…hi Robert…

Robert: *smiles and shakes head* heya Belle…how you doin’

Stinkerbelle: I’m doin fine *I look at Anthony*

Greatone: Robert…I wanna talk to her…give me a minute…

Greatone: *stern looking face*…you think that shits funny?

Stinkerbelle: what shit?

Greatone: you know what shit….you think that shits funny…

Stinkerbelle: no……I think this is funny…booyah!!!!

I slam the completed paper on his lap…not just the theory…the whole fucking paper that I have been working on since 7am.

The great one: why you gotta fuck me up like that?...you like seeing me all worked up..

Stinkerbelle: well you got me all worked up earlier so you deserved it.

The great one: fine…I deserved it..