Mom

Well this is fucking weird. Why did my mom leave a note for me on my closet door instead of just telling me like a normal person?

Guess if I read it I'd find out, wouldn't I?

I took the note off the door and began reading it

Lizzie-- I noticed when you came home that all of your clothes had this weird smell lingering in them, almost like a skunk of some sort. Did something happen to cause this? Regardless, I took them to get dry cleaned so you wouldn't have to go around wearing such odd smelling clothes. I hope you don't mind, I figured the outfit you brought into the shower should be enough to last until tomorrow morning when one of us picks up the rest of your clothes. --Mom

I chuckled to myself at he first sentence; boy am I lucky to have such a naive mom. But after reading the rest of it, I didn't feel so lucky.

I opened the door to my closet and sure enough, every last stitch of my clothing was gone! My mom actually took all my clothes to the dry cleaning because I smoked a little weed while wearing them.

Then I realized that she figured I'd have the clothes I brought into the shower to wear, which were now MIA! Which can only mean... I have no clothes at all! Fuck, I thought this type of thing was just a trope that only occurred in those weird ENF stories, but now here I am living it!

I then checked every drawer, just on the hope that my mom left something for me to wear. But alas, she literally took every piece of clothing I had (except for my shoes, which does jack shit to help). Great, so I'm stuck naked for the time being. I can't believe my stupid brothers actually took the last outfits I had, too. They must have known, I mean it's too perfect to be a coincidence.

This is not how I imagined this day going.