Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it
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'' '''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' '' | '' '''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' '' | ||
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| - | + | You can't take him looking at you like that! "Well, what are you looking at?", you suddenly decide to sneer. | |
| - | + | He looks at you through bloodshot and bleary eyes. "I can look at whatever I want!" he says, downing another can of Coors Light. "You don’t talk to ME like that. I’m your father!" | |
| - | + | "Whatever, why don’t you snap out of it and get a job!" you retort, turning your attention back to the TV. Suddenly you hear the sound of something light being hurled through the air. You see a flash of light and feel a sudden stabbing pain on the side of your forehead. A crumpled beer can plinks down to the floor. Your father just hit you in the head with a beer can. | |
| - | + | "You're a big fucking jerk!" you scream at him. | |
| - | + | "They fired me, you stupid bitch! They fired ME!" he shouts at you. | |
| - | + | "I hate you!" You seethe and then storm off to your bedroom. | |
| - | + | "Where are you going?" he yells after you. | |
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| + | "I’m going to go to work!" You don’t have to work tonight, but your father doesn't know that. If anything, you can pick up an extra shift. | ||
Do you | Do you | ||
*[[Go to your job at the Movie Theater]] | *[[Go to your job at the Movie Theater]] | ||
*[[Go to your job at the Strip Club (Fake ID)]] | *[[Go to your job at the Strip Club (Fake ID)]] | ||
| - | *[[Go | + | *[[Go to work as a secretary at the psychiatrist office...]] |
| + | *[[Go to work as a part-time secretary in a business office]] | ||
[[Category: Blackmail]] | [[Category: Blackmail]] | ||
Current revision as of 12:32, 1 November 2015
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
You can't take him looking at you like that! "Well, what are you looking at?", you suddenly decide to sneer.
He looks at you through bloodshot and bleary eyes. "I can look at whatever I want!" he says, downing another can of Coors Light. "You don’t talk to ME like that. I’m your father!"
"Whatever, why don’t you snap out of it and get a job!" you retort, turning your attention back to the TV. Suddenly you hear the sound of something light being hurled through the air. You see a flash of light and feel a sudden stabbing pain on the side of your forehead. A crumpled beer can plinks down to the floor. Your father just hit you in the head with a beer can.
"You're a big fucking jerk!" you scream at him.
"They fired me, you stupid bitch! They fired ME!" he shouts at you.
"I hate you!" You seethe and then storm off to your bedroom.
"Where are you going?" he yells after you.
"I’m going to go to work!" You don’t have to work tonight, but your father doesn't know that. If anything, you can pick up an extra shift.
Do you
- Go to your job at the Movie Theater
- Go to your job at the Strip Club (Fake ID)
- Go to work as a secretary at the psychiatrist office...
- Go to work as a part-time secretary in a business office
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
