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by beavz Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Fiction · Comedy · #2013707
Sometimes the kids are the real adults.
With bunny slippers and my Cinderella nightgown on, I head to go confront them. I heard them pull into the driveway. Mrs. Sneaky and her so called star cross lover. I gave her a curfew and she broke it, how dare her. I bet she doesn’t even know I am awake, I bet she thinks she’s going to get away with it. She is such a naive girl. I scurry down the stairs as quiet as possible. I search the house glancing left and right. Into the living room I go and JACKPOT! I see them, Intertwined and Lip locked. Disgusting. They think that they’re slick sneaking around. I can hear them now whispering “no one will find us in here.” Yet they’re in the middle of the room on the couch. I flick on the light and let them have it.
“YOUR CURFEW WAS TWELVE, AND HERE IT IS ONE THIRTY,”I scream.
They break away and look at me, their faces crimson.

“ What do you have to say for yourself missy?” I exclaim
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Before I can say anything else, I am cut off by fits of laughter. “Stop laughing.” I yell. “ This is hardly a laughing matter!”

“Sweetie, go back to bed. What I do is hardly your concern. Remember I am the adult here.” She Replied.

“BUT MOM!” I am then cut off.

“No butts, young lady.” Said my mother.

In defeat I then turn around, stick up my nose and head to the stairs.
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