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My family made me believe they were dead to teach me a lesson. I suppose I deserved it. But before you forget, because it's about to get really juicy, hit the like button that's all!
I wasn't exactly the angel son my parents wanted me to be when I grew up. They had always wanted a child, and when they finally managed to get me, I was probably not what they expected me to be. I grew up into a mischievous, spoilt little brat.
Yeah, I'll admit it. I wasn't a good kid. Not by any sense of the word. I was the complete opposite.
Whatever my parents told me to do, I would do the opposite. Once they told me to clean up my room - the carpets and bed were sprawled with rubbish, old socks, and something that smelt oddly of rotten eggs. I had to admit it did need a good cleaning. But I wasn't going to do it! So, instead, I let the mess stay there for another couple of days. Next time my parents checked in on the room, the pile of rubbish was even higher.
But it wasn't like my parents were perfect, either. Sometimes their punishments could be really unfair. Like another time when I pulled a harmless prank on my neighbors, they grounded me for a whole month! All I did was throw a water balloon over, and it happened to land on the little girl there. And it wasn't like a fake punishment, like most parents do, where they let me go out so long as I promise to be good. They literally grounded me for a month - a full thirty days. By the time my sentence was over, I was practically craving to see my friends again.
So, in other words, we weren't your stereotypical happy family. We had our issues. I was naughty - yeah, I get it. Yeah, I look back now and feel shocked by how naughty I was. I would steal from grocery stores. I would yell at my parents in public. I would break things, smash things, in my temper. But the only reason why was because of my parents. They hardly paid any attention to me! They both had busy jobs, and they never seemed to find the time to hang with me. They always left me with babysitters - let them deal with the troubled son.
Of course, after all my pranks and crazy antics, our babysitters didn't last very long.
"Why can't you just behave, James?" My parents would ask me.
I don't know why. I guess I just wanted the attention. But, of course, I didn't tell them that. I usually just scowled, slamming my bedroom door.
"One day, you're going to regret your behavior." my father yelled at me through the door.
"I hate you!" I screamed. My parents went quiet, and they left for work.
The next day, I went out with my friends to watch a movie at the cinemas. As I left the house, I didn't see my parents, but I just assumed they had already left for work. It wasn't anything new - sometimes they wouldn't even come home at night, their work was so busy.
After the movie, I came back home for lunch. Still, no parents. I made myself a sandwich, and as I was looking out the kitchen window, wondering where they were, I felt my jaw drop. Their car was in the driveway. They were home. But where were they, then?