Because 5 is bigger then 4, so 5 can kick 4's lil ass!

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

I wrote a bit more today, but to be honest I'm not making as much progress as I would like. Its pretty annoying.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

♪ Apple is yummy ♪

♪ Banana good for tummy ♪

♪ But remember honey, too much is-

The radio turned off. That could only mean one thing. The worst thing.

*Clik.

We were at school.

Demon of inconvenience: "You probably can't tell, but your pain is hilarious. So if you could continue to suffer for me, that would be gre-UUGH, y-you bitch! How-Ahh!"

Dad: "Susan, why are poking the air?"

Susan: "Vengeance."

Dad: "Oh uhm...Susan, about...that."

I turned to dad with a small hope, that he could finally see this stupid demon. And together we could collectively kick its ass.

Dad: "I know you don't... like Ms.Care but-"

Oh, no. It's just more lecturing.

Dad: "You need to try to co-exist with her. Or-"

Susan: "I do TRY. She's the one not trying! Who bullies me! And makes things so hard! Even though I ALWAYS say MS and listen to her and-"

Demon of inconvenience: "You listen sporadically at best."

Susan: "i-I try my best!"

Demon of inconvenience: "Your best is like where we met then, a literal dumpster fire."

Susan: "i-i...mm-MMM-AHHH!"

I flailed epically at the demon. It was lucky my seatbelt held me back from scratching its eye out.

Dad: "Oh dear...I'm sorry."

Dad unbuckled my seatbelt, then placed me onto his lap with one hand.

Dad: "I know everything is...weird right now. But I promise you we'll figure things out. And then everything will be okay again, alright Susan?"

Susan: "...You promise?"

Dad smiled. Not the cruel or twisted smiles I'd gotten so accustomed to seeing in the demon's red glint, but a tender one. The sort that feels like a teddy bear giving you a big hug.

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Dad: "Of course we will. You're my awesome lil witch after all. Boop."

I giggled as he booped my nose, then let dad's hand bring my head to his shoulder. I wrapped my arms around dad's neck and he wrapped his big arms around me.

...His hug felt like a giant teddy bear also. All fuzzy and warm and like none of the scary things in the world could hurt me.

Susan: "Dad...Ms.Care can't give me infinite detentions, right?"

I could tell from the shaking in his chest that he was trying very hard not to laugh. Stupid dad, if he knew how bad school was he wouldn't be snickering. But...I guess I can't blame him, his an adult after all.

Dad: "No sweetie, I don't think she can."

Finally, I got to let go of the breath I'd been holding in for the whole car trip.

But some things aren't as easy to let go of then a bit of air and tightness in your chest. No, some things are like...glued into your heart. So even when you pull as hard as you can most of it doesn't end up coming out at all.

And even when it does, it comes out messy and torn up. Often with lil bits of your heart that you didn't even mean to take out.

And I REALLY didn't want to take out part of my heart, so I avoided pushing on those sorta things.

But right now, it was poking my heart like crazy. And I was sure that if I went to school with this prickly heart I'd end up saying something awful. And I didn't want to cause more trouble.

So, I tried to push at the needle. To re-align it back to normal. To be okay.

Susan: "And...you won't..."

...

Dad: "...I won't what sweaty?"

My chest felt tight, and it was the prickling needles' fault.

Susan: "Uhm-"

Leave like mom.

Hate me.

Not love me.

Susan: "...Even if I said a really mean thing, you won't uh...be too angry at me, right?"

Dad rolled his eyes. Then ruffled my hair in the way only silly dads could.

Dad: "If I didn't freak out when you ate a dozen pigs do you think I'm going to lose my lid over a cuss or two?"

My cheeks flushed as dad opened the door.

Dad: "Come on, we don't want to be late for-"

???: "Mr.Strongheart, you ARE late."

Oh, fuck!

Ms.Care is walking towards dad with her hands tight! Like she was holding a briefcase in both palms! And her mouth was a thin line with a very slight downward curve near the tips! And-

Okay, I know it's not sounding all that intimidating. But remember, this is MS.CARE! This sorta stuff is a big deal! She's practically telling us that she's planning to commit first-degree murder!

...Is she?

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I scurry behind dad and tug at his sleeves.

He turns around with his 'Not now sweety.' smile and then looks back at Mrs.Care.

...He's a goner. I'M A GONER! NOOO-

Wait...Ms.Care had reached us. And she's...a head shorter than dad!

a-And now that I really think about it...yeah...Dad's BUFF AS FUCK!

I mean, his not bulky. And he's definitely not lean like those anime guys. b-But he's got muscle!

Holy shit, how did I never notice this? It's so obvious in hindsight! I mean, how else could he handle so much farm work?

And so, for the first time ever. I realized something glorious,

My Dad could definitely beat up Carlo's Mom! He could beat up Betty's dad! Or the demon's dad! Hell, I bet he could beat up YOUR DAD! Imaginary viewer!

Yeah, Yeah! KICK HER ASS DAD! Once Mrs.Care goes down NOTHING will stop us! WE WILL RULE THE SCHOOL! AND THEY WILL LOVE US! FOR MAKING LUNCHTIME ALL THE TIME! FOR-

Ms.Care: "-And that's why it be best if we talked in private."

Dad: "...Fair enough. Susan, could you go to the playground?"

...Oh, right. Dad's a diplomat.

Fuck.

The final section! (Section.)

MY END SECTION COULD KICK YOUR END'S SECTIONS ASS!

...Do end sections have asses? Oh well, its the end of this chapter, so you'll probably only figure it out like...next chapter...or never. Toodles.