Sketch Week 3, #2

Just after playing an intense game Halo. Bertrand, Looy, Macy and Osarczuk were over. Much yelling and screaming were going on as my mom tried to pay bills in the next room. All of a sudden someone checked the time. 7:30 something. They flew out one late for a test, one late for study hall and two on time. I now write sitting in my old spiny gray desk chare. Two days earlier it stopped being able to go up and down. I put some chain loob on it. Now it is so smooth. My friend calls jugging by the caller ID, but it is his mother. O well. She of coerce asks to talk to my mom. Now I can here them talking about moving companies. My black razor sits on my desk on without any mist calls or messages. Weird. I always have messages. My mom walks by saying, “is there any certain time you have to move” into my silver desk phone. We have that system where you bye one antenna and all the phones go to that one. My dad has been silent for about an hour typing quietly. Some snickerdootles lay on my desk. My ant made them. There wicked good. Not exactly healthy, but good. I go down to get a snack in the kitchen, but first I save.