You're the modern Thoreau"Sorry, ma." You mumble, but when you get to your bedroom door, you slam it extra hard so she knows how unhappy you feel about your punishment. You don't need soda. You don't need sister. You don't need mom (just her money and cooking and car riding and laundry help). You don't need WoW either. You sign on and tell all your friends you aren't coming. After you have rejected the world, you lie out on your bed and play your Nintendo DS. You've read enough of Walden to know how smart you are.
Sorry about the blurry photo. I was lunging at my phone, yelling at it to take a clear picture. It's the only image of me that exists. I'd take another picture for you, but I'm in the middle of a rigorous trampoline session.
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