Someone (aka my sister) got into my savings money and when caught, ran away dropping it. Missed my school bus picking it up, and since my dad almost got kicked out of my school last week he doesn't want to drive me. I regret nothing.
Seriously? You just have to insult everything I adore, don't you? Is that like, your job? Are you getting paid on the side to make me lose faith in humanity? Cos it isn't funny.
No, I mean Kevin.
Ezra Miller as Kevin.
Kevin that massacred his school with a bow and arrow like a badass sir.
I wouldn't expect you've seen it, but the MOVIE We Need To Talk About Kevin. Based on the book by Lionel Shriver.