P.I.L.T.S.
A human who makes me want to scream into a pillow
My brother is a P. I. L. T. S. He took my phone and posted a silly picture of me online.
My math teacher is a P. I. L. T. S. She gave me a test on a Monday.
My dad is a P. I. L. T. S. He forgot my birthday and my mom’s birthday.