May 25th, 2009
Life sucks. I just switched schools, my sister is anything but trustworthy, my mom's ex boyfriend is a stalker, I am a stalker, my flip flop just broke, and I stepped in fresh goose poop without any shoes on. Natasha, my best friend, died a week ago, so the calling hours are tomorrow. As I was thinking about all of this, I became alert as a jiggly balloon of terror came charging at my face. Deryk! How many times do I have to tell you, don't throw water baloons at my face! Deryk is my so called brother. I thought he was normal, the first two years of him being alive. Then he turned into some kind of monster. Horray for me. Maybe you should stop spacing, and start paying attention then! He was snickering as he was saying this, my guess is because of the waterfall rushing down my face. He is only 12 years old, so what should I expect? Him to be nice to me, and treat me like a queen? Only in my dreams. And, aside from him being a moron, I have to deal with the worst week of my life. Friends dying, accidentily "running into" the stalker, constantly haveing to wash my feet and buy new shoes- how much worse could it get?
May 26th, 2009
Oh my god. It is 4:00am. I am so irritated, that I go into hyper organize mode. I make my bed, clean the floors, do anything to keep me occupied. I pick out a bright green dress and red shoes for the calling hours. I figured I would make my own holiday—"Act Like Your Blind and Pick Out an Outfit.. Day". So far my check-list for the morning is going pretty good. I only have to brush my teeth and hair now. I think I'll just wear my calling hour clothes to school. Then I think farther ahead, Gee, I'll look like an idiot with just this on, I need to accessorize.. I pick out some of my favorite bracelets, my brass knuckles necklace, and a red headband with matching belt. I figure, why not dress how I usually do, I want Natasha to see me for who I am, not what her family wants me to be.
I am in a rage. I look at the clock, and it says it's only 4:30am. I got done with all of that in under 30 minutes? Am I like, a fricken spas or something? So, I go down and eat breakfast, and nobody is home... Awkward? I even check the bedrooms, and nobody is there. Did everyone get kidnapped? Am I lucky for once this week? No, of course I can't be lucky. My phone is on the kitchen table, vibrating. I look at the text, and my friend Alisa texted me, Heyy, wtf? R u hidin or somthin? Then I looked at the time she sent it, and it said 11:23am. I almost tore my own head off. My alarm clock was wrong. That's just splendid. Looks like I'm skipping school today. I drove to the mall, went into Hot Topic, and bought 3 new pairs of skinny jeans. I stayed at the mall till 5:00pm, mostly because I had no homework. Well, I might've had homework, if I went to school that day. I then realized, I had to be at the calling hours in 30 minutes, so I pretty much drove like I was a maniac. I had to deal old people driving like idiots, If I don't make it in time for bingo, I can't get a free cupcake! NOBODY GIVES A CRAP ABOUT YOUR FRICKEN CUPCAKES! I HAVE TO MAKE IT TO THIS FUNERAL, OR MY FRIENDS SPIRIT WILL HAUNT ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!
I finally made it, and I was 10 minutes late. Great. I walked up to the casket, and saw her.. Wait, this isn't her.. Where am I? What the? I came to the wrong place. Nice.