A bad awakening.

Today I would kill my neighbour’s son.
-Myself, been in a bad mood.

After a great night with my friends: Renis, José, Dani, Quicksilver_mx and Tacirupeca, well, she is more than just a friend. And enjoining what we like the most, Star Wars, beers, and pizzas, from which, the fucking son of bitch of the dog, to say the least, steal one for him. Quicksilver is still crying for it, like Vader for Padmé. I went to bed at 8:15am. But at 12:00, someone felt that he doesn’t nothing better to do but ringing the door-bell until waking up someone.

I went off of my dream to the sound of the bell, irritating. When I arrive to my front door I saw him, the son of my neighbour, a naughty boy that was hitting the door. Just as I saw him, I send him to hell. A little bastard has breaking my sleeping. It’s not a time to be ringing at any door, at least mine.

Poor boy, when I get back to my room to sleep I felt sorry for him. What did he know about my long night. I didn’t listen to him. What he expected after ringing the bell for 10 minutes?

Later, my sister told me that he wanted his ball that was thrown to my garden while he was playing. I didn’t listen to him, so I didn’t return him his ball.

I think this is not going to happen again. The child might be so scared of losing his ball to play near my home. Muhahaha! (I’m so evil)