This is so unfair! I'm grounded for a week! FML! That means the only time I can hang out with my friends is at school or at cheerleading practice. After I get home from practice, I have to hand my keys to Esme. This is so stupid! I'm so mad right now, I just want to trash my room.

Esme came in and said, "Don't bother trashing your room. You'll be grounded for another week if you do that."

I fumed, "Why the hell did you have to ground me?"

Esme said, "You snuck into an R rated movie. And you lied to me about it."

I muttered, "Who ratted me out?"

Esme replied, "Sir."

I shouted, "THAT BASTARD!"

Esme said, "Violet Marie! Language!"

I replied, "I'm just so mad. I'm sorry."

Esme said, "Well, tell you what. If you are good, you'll be grounded for only 4 days."

I replied, "Deal."

When Esme left my room, I texted my girls. All of my girls got grounded. Fiona by Fernald, Isadora by Justice Strauss, and Carmelita by her parental units. It's just a movie that's rated R because Esme does a short topless scene. And they use the f-bomb ten times. We can handle it, but the fucking MPAA thinks we can't.

Four days later, Esme ungrounded me. And all of my girls got ungrounded. After the basketball game, we'll be at Fiona's bungelow, eating pizza and watching movies.

At Fiona's house, Fernald called Pizza Hut to order an large cheese pizza. He has bionic hands now, instead of hooks. I think they look creepier than the hooks. The girls and I snuck into the finished basement. I hooked my IPhone to the dock and put it on a Marilyn Manson playlist. I hear Fernald saying, "Could you turn it down? I'm trying concentrate."

Fernald makes replicas of paintings using ABC gum. I know Sir does it and I think it's disgusting. He hates Marilyn Manson, so to piss him off, I turned the volume up even more.

I hear footsteps. Oh shit. I turned off the music. Then Fernald walks back up. Twenty minutes later, he comes downstairs with the pizza.

At ten, Carmelita, Isadora, and I left. We had enough of Fernald's crap. When I came home after dropping off Carmelita, Esme was still up. Esme was lounging around on the chaise lounge, reading "War and Peace" in Welsh. Esme put her book down and said, "Nos Da, Violet. Sut oedd Fiona's?"

I replied, "Huh?"

Esme said, "I was saying 'Good evening, Violet. How was Fiona's.' I was speaking Welsh."

Esme is fluent in Welsh, Irish, German, French, and Spanish. Her dad was from Ireland and her mom was from Wales. Esme got off of the couch and said to me, "Put your hand on my belly."

I put my hand on her nearly five months pregnant belly and said, "It can kick real hard."

Esme replied, "She. It's a girl. Jerome and I decided on a name already. Sophia Meredith. Sophia after his mom and Meredith after my mom."

I'm getting another sister. This is so exciting.