It was on the morning of Haloween, when i woke up and began working on my story. My dad came into my room and said, "Oy, b*tch! I mean darling, i'm going into town, you wanna..."
"Shh!!!" i said. "Yeah but i'm going to buy..."
"SHHHH!!!" I scribbled the very last sentence out and then went "WOOHOO!!!!! I finished i finished!!!" i jumped out of bed and hugged the near life out of dad, who looked extremely frightened at this and left the room quickly. I decided that because it was a Shiznay Day, i would go to town with dad. I got dressed while singing Smokie- I'll Meet You At Midnight for some terrifying reason. But while i was belting out the chorus and putting on the nearest hoodie i could find lying on the floor (i think it was Sum 41), i accidentaly put it on backwards so the hoodie was covering my face and i couldn't see what i was doing. I began running about waving my arms and screaming but laughing at the same time because of the situation. I heard a loud screech near my feet and i think i stood on the cat, i'm not sure. Anyway so i was trying to rip the hoodie off my face and i heard dad say something but i couldn't hear coz everything was all muffled. I was just about to take another step when i heard dad shout "RACHY!!!" and pull me backwards. i fell on the floor and dad pulled the hoodie off my face. "What do you think your doing, rach?" he asked. he pointed at the stairs. Apparently i was about to die.

We were driving into town and because i was so happy about the Shiznay Day, i kept smiling and waving at people on the streets. Whats even more scary about this is that most of them were tourists and i HATE tourists. Can't stand the bleeders, they walk too slowly.
"Are you alright?" dad asked, struggling to keep a straight face as i waved at an enormous old man in a truck. "I'm fine." i said. "i'm better than fine. i'm happy."
"Happy?" dad repeated, like i'd just declared i was going to marry hitler or something.
"Yeah." i said. "can we have the radio on? i feel like singing"
"i aint having that nirvana crap on" said dad.
"have some respect for the dead!" "i'm just glad the weirdos out of the way. he did the world a favour."
"Shut up!!!" i laughed. i put the radio on and some silly little presenter was talking so we just sat there in silence and waited for something decent to come on. dad started telling me something about one of his mates. i don't know which one but it doesnt matter coz they're all overweight balding lunatics who repeatedly comment on the fact that i never smile. anyway, so halfway through dads speech, some music comes on the radio and it's that scary always-cheerful madwoman, geri haliwell singing its raining men. And what did i do? That's right...

I started singing...

God knows what went through dads mind at this point. Not only had i nearly died that morning, set foot outside the house (a very rare event) and been NICE to TOURISTS, but now i had started singing the crappest song ever, performed by the crappest singer ever. i started bopping up and down in my seat, singing from the very depths of my soul. "IT'S RAINING MEN!!! HALEIGHLULIA!!! IT'S RAINING MEN!!! EVERY SPECIMEN!!!" And then i started pointing at random people on the streets going, "Tall...dark...strong and mean..." i didnt know the next bit so i just went "mmeeermuurnnauughhgg...GOD BLESS MOTHER NATURE!!!" and waved my arms around in the air. Dad pretended he didn't know me and muttered "Are you going to do this the whole way?" but i ignored him and carried on singing and dancing and basically being a complete tw@t.

Told you it was scary, didn't i?