After reading all the horror stories on here about guilty daddies and entitled brats, I thought I'd have a try at some humour:

It's my weekend at my dad's house and my stepmum picked me up a while ago. Dad didn't want to miss his football match so she had to finish work early and come and get me. I don't like my stepmum very much - she has all these stupid rules..... keep your room tidy... don't leave dirty laundry all over the floor.... get in the shower every day..... don't answer back etc. It's nag, nag, nag all the time but at least my dad sorts it out. He knows I'm special so he makes sure I don't have to follow her silly rules. She has a boy and a girl of her own, and my dad and her have my little brother. Dad knows I'm better than them because they have to follow the rules, but that's because they're stupid and dad doesn't love them as much as he loves me.

Stepmum annoyed me at dinner time. She made pasta, and she knows I hate it. I said I wanted pizza but she said she wasn't going to "pander to my every whim" whatever that means. My dad said it was okay and he would get me some pizza instead. Stepmum wasn't very pleased but I don't care. My little brother didn't like his pasta either, but stepmum and dad told him to take it or leave it. That's because I'm special and my little brother is not. After dinner, stepmum had the cheek to tell me to clear the table and help with the dishes. I hate doing dishes and I wanted to play on the xbox. I asked dad if I had to do as she said and he said no, you go and play on your xbox and I'll help stepmum instead.

A bit later, step brother started nagging that he wanted a turn on the xbox but I was in the middle of an awesome game, shooting cops and joy riding, so I told him to f*** off. Next thing stepmum was telling me I'd been on it long enough and it was time to let someone else have a turn. I was about to tell her to f*** off when my dad told stepbrother to go and find something else to do, and that it wasn't fair to disturb me in the middle of my game. Stepbrother wasn't very happy and started crying, so dad sent him to bed early.

I went to play out in the garden a bit later on. Stepsister was playing ball with the dog. I wanted a turn, so I took the ball off her and threw it as hard as I could. I must have thrown it a bit too hard because it hit the shed window and broke it. Dad came out to ask what had happened, so I told him that stepsister had been playing ball with the dog and broken the shed window. She said it was me, but I knew dad would believe me and not her. He went mad with stepsister and told her she would get no pocket money for the next month to pay for a new window. She started crying so he sent her to bed early.

I decided to go to my room and go on my laptop. I was looking in the fridge for some snacks to take upstairs with me, and stepmum said not to take them all as they were to share with the other kids. I ignored her and took them all anyway - she can get more for those morons tomorrow. She also told me to bring down the empty plates and glasses out of my room and wash them up. I don't see why I should bother - my dad will sort it out for me in the morning.

I really don't like my stepmum at all - she's mean and miserable and she never seems happy. She's always sticking up for the other stupid kids and I don't know why because they're not as important as me, and I can't understand why she doesn't know that. She always has a go at my dad because he knows I'm special and she doesn't like it. I know my dad likes me best of all so as long as everyone remembers that I'll be happy.