Slimeballs
Sometimes it seems that everyone around me is a big phoney. Take Polonius (that's my girl's dad). Today he came round to our house to kiss my stepdad's ass and stuff. I was in my room reading this book, but I could hear him talking to my mom and my stepdad. They were having some other people over as well.

Then he suddenly came into my room, without even knocking.
"Hey there", he said. "Remember me?"
What a question! I decided to mess with him.
"Yeah, you're the Jehovah's Witness, right? I gave at the office."
"I'm not a Jehovah's Witness!" he said.
"No? You should try it sometimes."
"Yeah, maybe I should.." he said, looking around for a phone to call the funny farm.
"You have a daughter?" I said, still acting like I didn't know him.
"I do", he said, looking like the school counselor looks when I start talking about how much I love my mom (just to piss him off, obviously).
"Well, lock up your daughter!" I said with this mad grin.
He sort of stared at me, then he changed the subject: "Whatcha readin' there?" he asked, looking oh so interested.. NOT!
"Oh, just, you know, words."
That left him a bit speechless, so he left the room.

Then these two so-called friends of mine, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, came in. My stepdad had asked them over.
"Hey guys, welcome to prison."
"Prison?" they say at the same time.
"Well, it feels like it anyway. My stepdad asked you to come here, right? Come on, you can tell me, I know already."
"Well, yeah", says Guildenstern.
"I can tell you why, too. Because my uncle thinks I'm soooo depressing. Stapdaddy wants a happy little stepson. Well, he can forget it. Life sucks. People suck. The only way I can have fun is by acting crazy, so that's what I do."
They didn't know what to say to that, so they left too.

So anyway, I'm still milling things over in my mind about killing my stepdad. He so fucking deserves it, but I'm just too much of a pussy to go through with it. Sometimes I really make myself sick being such a wimp. So just as I was about to go to bed early 'cos I'm so depressed, I check the newspaper. Turns out there's this new movie out called "Gonzago". It's about this guy who kills his brother by poisoning him. Sound familiar? That's what I thought. So I went downstairs and told my mom and her new hubby that maybe a movie would cheer me up. They were very happy about that and they said, "sure, you pick the movie." So now we're all going to the movies tomorrow. My stepdad has no clue what it's about, so I guess he's gonna be a bit surprised.