Last night I had the party of my life. I can still hear the loud music blaring from the speakers; the screams and laughter. I can still see the DJ doing what he does best on the decks; changing song after song and people’s emotions would be changed with each song. The night was a bloody success, I tell you.

I’ve never danced like that before! It was epic. And for the first time in a long-ass time, I was sober! Not a drop of alcohol in my system. And I’ve never been happier. Well, that was until I came home.

“Ungrateful, lying, selfish spoilt-brat!” that’s what my dad spat at me when I pulled up in the drive way just now. That’s what he really thinks I am. I went to party with his car without his consent and that, my dear friend, is nothing compared to the hurt he has caused me. I’m not even regretful. I understand he is angry, actually angry is an understatement; he is as mad as a hatter. So mad that he even found it necessary to say all those things to me in front of that thing he sleeps with.

“That’s my car, Zinzi! How dare you use it without my consent?” he shouted.

Since when is it a sin to use his car, even without his consent? I’ve always been his “daddy dearest” and I could use his car anytime, ever since I got my licence. Now, all of a sudden, he finds fault in that! I knew it was an act for his new pet-doll, so I just threw the keys at him and went inside to shower.

Look, I am a brat, I’ve always been a brat, and I always will be a brat. Now I’m just a penniless-brat!

Hahahahaha! Gotta love me or hate me.

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ZZ xxx