TROUBLE

There was a HUGE, HUGE cockroach in my room today. HUGE.
So I'm making myself some breakfast, you know, cuz I eat breakfast, and I hear my sister screeching at the top of her lungs. I run to our room and go, "What the hell?"
And she's like, "DON'T COME IN! THERE'S A HUGE ROACH UNDER MY BACKPACK!" (which was right next to the door.)
And I, naturally, jump back and screech at the top of my lungs. (IE. I absolutely loathe roaches. I die if I see one.)
I got a broom and we chased the damn cockroach around the room for seriously forty minutes. I definitely couldn't kill it. Every time I saw it move, I screamed and instantly ran away. My sister took forever to do it because we couldn't find it behind the bed and some other furniture. It was hell. And there was a point where I realized our iTunes was playing Why Couldn't It Be Christmas sang by Bianca Ryan (that was a little weird) and I turned it off.
FINALLY after Karla slammed the broom against it a billion times on the rug, the roach died.
SUCCESS! it seriously felt glorious. I hope I never see a roach again in my life.
It's a pity I couldn't find my cell phone to videotape it or take pictures but it was too chaotic.
I'm just glad that's over...

I don't know who these people are but I'm just like that girl freaking out on the chairthing. Except I scream a lot more.