My mom came back in about 5 minutes later and said I'll need to get my dad some lunch if he wants me to since he's staying home sick. He was watching TV in the front room where I was supposed to do laundry. I said okay. She left, then came back in a matter of seconds and said my dad wants me (he ALWAYS wants me for something). I asked why and she didn't know. I went in and he said that he and my mom want me to do the laundry (jeez, give me a chance to do it!) My mom was getting in the car, and I told him okay. He said he didn't want me to do it when I felt like it. I stood there looking at him for about 3 seconds, deciding if I should ask if I could finish the scanner first. Before I made up my mind, he said in a sterner-than-normal voice, "You're on the computer. Who are you talking to? Kelli?"
"No."
"Then who are you talking to?"
"No one."
"Your mom said you're on instant messenger, so who are you talking to?"
"I'm not talking to anyone."
"So... so you're calling your mom a liar?" (oh boy, probably the biggest thing in the world that bugs my dad is someone calling him a liar, or if he thinks we are calling my mom that.)
(I thought a moment...) "No, she's right. I am on instant messenger."
"But you're not talking to anyone."
"Right."
"That doesn't make any sense! You only get on instant messenger to talk to people, right?"
"Yeah, but no one's on."
"This isn't a court of law; it's a home. You don't try to just answer the little thing the person asks you. You should have told me no one was on in the first place!"
"I thought you would understand if I told you I'm on instant messenger but I'm not talking to--"
"Get off the computer," he said in a rather loud and stern voice.
"I tried to say it the best way--"
"Get off the computer!" he said louder.
"Mom would've understood it. Andrea wou--" (I tried to show him that I wasn't trying to beat around the bush. I was saying it as well as I could and that I thought he would understand what I meant like my mom and anyone else would.)
"Get... off... the... computer," he interrupted again.
"I'm getting off!" I said to him a little louder than I would normally talk.

I went and saved what I had up in notepad and turned off the computer. I would have to take out the SCSI controller later to look at the serial number on it so I could find the driver, so I unplugged the computer so no one would mess with it when I was in the middle of it, possibly making the problem worse. I heard my mom come in the front door and say, "I wasn't trying to get him in trouble." My dad said, "I know, it's not what you said. I'm about this close to kicking him out." He then told her how I had only given him bits and pieces of information at a time instead of telling him it all at once (how was I supposed to know he couldn't put 2 and 2 together? If I'm on AIM but I'm not talking to anyone, then either no one's on or I'm just not talking to who is on). I came near the front room and said that I was trying to answer how I thought I should. He told me to come in there so he could see me. He told me he knows I'm mad, and I can get mad all I want (look who's talking) but that this is his house and I have to follow the rules. (Okay, obviously he didn't listen to me when I said, "I said it the best way I could.")

He then said, "I say this very seriously: I WILL kick you out if I need to. I... will... kick... you... out. Then on the street you will have to find your own place and you'll know how hard it is to support even just yourself. But I will not go against God and not kick you out if need be. Do you understand?"
"Yes (but was he mad about how I said, "I'm getting off"? Was he mad about me not doing the laundry too? Or just how I answered his questions?). But what exactly did I do wrong?"
"By only telling me little pieces and making me ask a lot of questions to get the answer I want."

Okay, my parents suddenly got in this mood how if I don't do my chores well, I'll get kicked out sooner or later. They started getting like this right around the time I started working at Wal-Mart. Suddenly it's a lot more important that I do work than if anyone else does. I'm kinda scared. What if I say or do something wrong and they do kick me out? I don't have enough money to rent any place. I don't have a license yet or car. I'm afraid they might kick me out for some stupid reason sometime before I am all ready to move out on my own. That's why I'm going to save all my stuff on my computer to CDs next chance I get so that if I do get kicked out sometime soon (hopefully not), I won't lose all my stuff. I know that if I do get kicked out and I have enough money, and Kelli is going to college, I'm moving to Texas for a while.