hey, thanks dad. i never had one of these.
really lame.
hey, gib. what up?
can't stop, i'm late. bye, dad!
he lies! i was there! i was in the nurse's office, cause i had a headache.
great! you're going to believe that fat dweeb mr. hardy over your own daughter.
yeah, dad.
okay, dad.
i'm not a pumpkin! okay?!! do i look even remotely like a pumpkin?! i'm not a muffin, or a cupcake or a honeybear either! and you don't understand anything dad.
see.
out. if dad doesn't care enough about us to be here on his birthday, then why should i care? i'm going to a movie.
mom, wake up! dad barely knows we exist.
it is true! he doesn't know anything about me. he still thinks i'm like ten years old or something. as long as i just smile and say yes to whatever he says, like his good little fantasy daughter, he thinks everything's fine. but it's not fine. nothing's fine.
oh my god! i think that's my dad!
fine.
i'm done.
where are you going?
oh my gooooood.
yeah, right.
why? so i can wind up like you? what's the point?
dad, how come you know the words?
unbelievable! trent told me he wrote it. he's history.
i'm done.
i have a book report.
i have to go to the bathroom.
you shoot me, this'll fall.
don't come any closer. i'll drop it! i swear to god.
no way you whacko.
i'm done.
dad. you just think you know everything, don't you?