I punched my step dad in the face today. It was very awesome, because I hate his life with a passion. He lost his cup, his one dollar Wendys cup. So, when he came home from work today he called me a fat*** fa**ot. O: (By the way, my mom found it in the cupboard...where we put all our cups..) Well, after he called me that I punched him in the face and put my hand around his neck and said, "If you ever call me any of those again I swear to god I will break every bone in your body five times over you bigot." The best part is, I am not in trouble because my mom knows how just rude it is to say that. And the fact that he said that to her youngest son helps. So now, whenever he says something bad about me I say, "Hey! I am going to put your cup in the most obvious place so you cant find it! : D" Then I walk away.
Also, I am not out of control. I made it seem like my mom let's me do anything which is very untrue. That's probably the worst thing I will ever do.
Edit: He called me that because he thought I had it. Apparently, I can my things disappears into thin air because he searched my entire room that morning and didn't find it.