Brats Narrative

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I woke up in a good mood that morning. Everything just seemed to be going my way. Feeling chipper and agreeable, I decided to take my time getting ready. After a long shower and a little bit of TV while getting dressed, I emerged from my bedroom fresh and clean, ready to start the day. Then I saw Phil and Lil. In the time it had taken me to shower, shave and dress, the brats had managed to make a cataclysmic mess of my kitchen in an effort to find the sweets I had tucked away for myself. The freezer door was hanging open after the brats pawed their way to my cherry popsicles. The pantry door was also open. Half its contents were on the floor when the brats apparently tried to grab my stash of candy bars on the top shelf. My coffee and cookies n’cream ice cream cartons, both mostly empty, were melting on the …show more content…

Perhaps they had finally learned to stop being such spoiled rotten brats. I returned to my work and when that was done, watched a little TV and drank some Dr. Pepper. It was nice not having to worry about brats. At some point, I dozed off. What woke me up was the sound of Phil and Lil eating something. I got up from the couch and walked to the den to see what was happening. The brats had managed to get their hands on Happy Meals from McDonalds. They were sitting on my den couch, smiling and eating their food. It was then that I noticed that both Phil and Lil were wearing headphones. Someone had given them a small TV, which they were watching with headphones. In my kitchen, a woman wearing a STACA (‘Save The Abused Children of America’) T-shirt was sitting in front of my phone, writing in a notebook. It looked as though she were getting ready to make a call to STACA headquarters. In no time, a squadron of indulgent STACA jackasses would be swarming my property, threatening to have me arrested and reported child protective services while spoiling Phil and Lil rotten. I wouldn’t have

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