Chapter 23

So this morning I woke up to World War 3. Apparently, last night while I was at work, Dad caught Deanna (my little sister) texting some random guy from that creepy site we caught her on. When he confronted her about it, she said that she wasn't breaking any rules because she wanted to talk to him. My house is now a war zone. If there's one thing you need to know about my dad it that, when he's mad he gets really passive aggressive. He walks around slamming doors, sulking, and brooding until out of nowhere he detonates and blows up. He's kind of like a cereal killer that way... Anyway I keep trying to slink around the house trying not to set off those concealed bombs that terrorists use. I feel like I'm constantly trying to navigate minefields. Hopefully my years of playing spy games will have paid off and I can pull this off....