Being invited to a "friend's" house, cool I guess. Being there when they're arguing? Awkward to say the least... So there you were. Sitting there watching this while place go down in flames like it was some reality tv show. Susan- or would Mrs. Heffly be more appropriate...? Well anyways, Mrs. Heffly was comforting her youngest and her favorite child, Manny. Sure, he was only four years old, but that kid's a menace. Greg was awkwardly sitting beside you in the couch, writing in his diary, or at least in his words, "journal". Yelling. Arguing. A weapon. Blood. Cursing. Was this typical...? I mean, no one even seemed that phazed by the scenes unfolding in front of them. "What the FUCK, Frank-!?!?" Rodrick retorted, holding his now bleeding arm. "THAT WAS WELL DESERVED YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT-" Mr. Heffly shouted back, still holding the now blood soaked steak knife. To be completely honestly you haven't even really been paying attention to what they were arguing about.