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Not to Fade Away
Chapter 36: Wednesday, Dairy IV
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4/7
7:15pm
The 'real' exams start in two weeks.
Monday, 17th.
Mom comes back in two and a half months. I cannot wait. I am so over g-ma and g-pa.
They suck monkey crap! All I do at the moment is study, every afternoon, take a break for dinner then study until my head is done in then sleep, go to school and repeat process.
And it is still not good enough for them. Hello! You are only minding me for my mom while she is in London. She will be back soon, so then you can fuck off from my life. Right now, it is a Friday night, and look, what I am doing.
Writing in my journal and reading my Francis vo-cab book while sipping diet coke in my pj's at 7:20pm at night. 7 months ago, I was partying until like 4am on the streets with my fellow drunk pals and now look at us. It's as if we've split. Max's is finally out of hospital.
You know that whole situation. He said, "We need space", so I'm giving him space. How much space does he want? A hundred freaking miles! He might as well break up with me. Yet, I said that yesterday as well. As you, know.
I just don't get boys sometimes. Why won't he just say something that means I can stop worrying!
No. He can't. Cause he's a boy.
4/8
3:57pm
They left. Thank the stars.
G-Ma and G-Pa. To dinner with their friends, out in Santa Cruz.
This means I have, about five hours by myself. And I am not doing anymore studying. I think I'll crack the shits if I do anymore. I haven't been writing much. Guess why?
Study. Study. Study. Boring. Boring. Boring. Everyday. Everyday. Everyday.
Cause I want to do good for once. Had to ring Michelle before. Had to ask her about, quadratic functions. She launched into this huge speech about how blah. I tuned her out after like thirty seconds. Then I asked her, if I could photocopy her work. I like being friends with a genius. I bet Michelle will get straight A's again.
4/9
11:46pm
Hilary rang after that. We went out for a couple hours with the girls. Michelle, Mariah, Hils and I. Like old times. And it felt like old times.
Michelle has gone back to the old self. Crazy hair, black nails, black clothes and black eyeliner. Thank the heavens, because I was beginning to think she had lost her mind. We got so drunk; I had to pretend I was sober and left a message for G-ma and G-pa that I was staying at Hils, which was somewhat true. Though it took us hours to walk there because Mariah kept falling over. I don't remember why though. She's such a loser.
I got home this morning. And I thought someone had died by the feeling as I stepped inside. There was no noise what so ever. "Hello?" I asked, kind of softly/loudly. And I heard running. Then I thought robbers were inside so I jumped over the couch and then I heard g-ma say
"Veronica!!!" What a spastic. It turns out; they thought I was dead because I wasn't home when they arrived back. Um, hello. I left you a message. So, I proved that I was alive by showing them how to use the answering machine. Dickheads.
I had a massive hangover. Study some more until now. And now I can't sleep because I had to drink a V when I was sleepy.
And now? I'm fucking hypo as shit. I tried ringing Mariah but… she's not picking up. Three guesses why? Lol. I wish G-ma and G-pa would drop dead on the floor and mom came back. I know I hated her and was mad at her but now I'm not and I miss her so much, I'm laughing so much. Why? Because I'm a loser. Oh, I received an email.
To: Wednesday Michelle Marquez sweet.michz.fuck.good. It says you're busy. So… I'm not disturbing you at all. I can't sleep. I want to study! What the fucking hell is that all about? Lol. I'm a fucking motherfucker so bad.
I think I went crazy like three weeks back but I have to tell you: I AM BACK SISTER/GIRLFRIEND! And slightly more deranged than before. And I think I'm shacking the house with my music at almost 12am. Fuck that shit. I think I've been sniffing my whiteout. What a Bogan. Lol.
I'm going to go.
Try to sleep.
I'll catch you tomorrow. Period One: French :D
Xxxxxx
I printed that out. For ya.
She's right. She is a Bogan.
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