From My View- Rachel Greene
Chicago. The Windy City, or whatever they call it. The one place where I was happy. I had friends. I actually had a family.
Then, go figure: My mom just goes and screwed it up. She just HAD to take the job that was all the way up in Milwaukee. She said that it was the closest she could get to home. Yeah right. That's a lie if I ever heard one. She expected me to believe that there wasn't one job opening for a lawyer in Chicago?
She just expects everyone to drop everything for her, so SHE could be happy. She's never happy unless someone else is suffering from it. She expected my dad to leave his job at the hospital? Yeah right. He was an attending. He wasn't about to leave what he had been working for his whole adult life.
My mom thought he should. Then when he didn't she goes and gets a divorce. Then we all find out, that the whole reason she had taken the opening in Milwaukee was because she had been having an affair with a guy, and left my dad to get together with him, and then dragged me along for the ride- literally.
The idiot had had to much to drink at the staff party, and got us all in a car wreck. My dad was about to beat the crap out of him for doing that. Luckily he didn't because I was there.
So was Marie, who is now my step-sister. She is a brat. She's a year older than me. When she doesn't get exactly what she wants, when she wants it, she has a big temper tantrum. And she's wondering why she couldn't have a pony at nine o clock at night? Right. She thinks that because I have something that she wants, weather it be a shirt, a stuffed animal, or whatever, it becomes hers. I usually let her keep the stuff. Once, when I tried to get it back, somehow, she managed to get off home free and I ended up being grounded for two weeks. That was when I learned my lesson. I don't let her take the stuff I get from my dad.
She took those pearls that my grandpa gave me. When I demanded she give them back, she wouldn't. I called my mom and Craig, but Marie said that they were hers and that I took them from her and said they were from my dad. Well, Marie could say that I was a three headed alien and my mom and Craig would believe her. I didn't get Grandpa's pearls back that way.
Those pearls are the only thing I have left of Grandpa. There's a little of my dad and Elizabeth, his wife, in them too. My Grandpa gave them to Elizabeth first. After he died, she didn't feel comfortable keeping them, and told my dad to give them to me. My dad didn't tell me that. I found out myself. The box had to Elizabeth on it in my Grandpa's handwriting. My dad had reused the jewelry box and forgot to take the tag off. I didn't say any thing to him. It was really nice of Elizabeth to do that. At first, I didn't like her. After she gave those pearls to me, I knew she loved me because she knew I didn't know my grandpa really well.
Any way, when Marie didn't give the pearls back, I called Elizabeth, crying. She was surprised I knew about Grandpa giving the pearls to her first, but she listened. She said that I didn't need pearls to remember my Grandpa, that I could always keep the memories. She said Marie couldn't take those.
Elizabeth told me to get my mom on the phone. At first my mom was mad that I had called Elizabeth, but then when she had talked to her, she was okay with it. She talked to Craig, and they gave my pearls back. Get this though- Marie was only grounded for three days! I would have been grounded way longer than that.
I like Chicago way more than St. Louis. Sure, I have friends here, but family is a lot better. A family that actually loves me. Not that my mom doesn't. She just goes along with Craig, who doesn't like me, now that he's met my dad. I don't know what Craig has against him. I don't really care either. I really couldn't care less about Craig or Marie. And my mom, well that's to confusing.
I want to move back out to Chicago to live with my dad and Elizabeth. And my baby sister, Ella. Well, she's really my step-sister, but I like to think of her as a sister. I think I'd be a lot happier there than I am here. Actually, I know I would. I haven't asked my mom though. I don' know what she'd say. She'd be a little shocked I think.
I'm going to spend Christmas in Chicago. I spent it there last year, and I'm supposed to be here this year, but I want to go. Plus, since I already asked my dad, he's going to bring me by the hospital. I miss Lydia. She was soooo nice. I remember her from when I was little and before I moved here.
I wonder if the african-american doctor is still there. I think his name was Dr.Benson or something like that. I remember one time I saw a boy that was hurt really badly in the trauma room and Dr. What's-his-name was trying to help him. Later, when I asked him if the boy was okay, he told me that the boy had died. I asked Dr.Benson why he wasn't crying, and he said he was, in his heart. I hate to say it, because it sounds so corny, but he taught me an important lesson that day, about feelings. You can always be sad on the inside and not show it on the outside. I don't know, that's the moral that I got out of it any way.
I don't know how the doctors do it. They work hard to save someone, and then the person dies. Then the doctor doesn't show an ounce of guilt or sadness. I know if I ever took up medicine, I would cry so hard every time someone died.
I want to be a journalist when I grow up. My mom wants me to be lawyer. My dad doesn't care what I do, "as long as I'm happy," which is okay with me.
I hope I get to move back to Chicago with my dad, Elizabeth, and Ella. I know I probably won't get to, because of my mom. She makes it her life goal to make sure that I'm as far away and out of contact with my dad. How come I can't be happy and get what I want? Just once?
Chicago. The Windy City, or whatever they call it. The one place where I was happy. I had friends. I actually had a family.
Then, go figure: My mom just goes and screwed it up. She just HAD to take the job that was all the way up in Milwaukee. She said that it was the closest she could get to home. Yeah right. That's a lie if I ever heard one. She expected me to believe that there wasn't one job opening for a lawyer in Chicago?
She just expects everyone to drop everything for her, so SHE could be happy. She's never happy unless someone else is suffering from it. She expected my dad to leave his job at the hospital? Yeah right. He was an attending. He wasn't about to leave what he had been working for his whole adult life.
My mom thought he should. Then when he didn't she goes and gets a divorce. Then we all find out, that the whole reason she had taken the opening in Milwaukee was because she had been having an affair with a guy, and left my dad to get together with him, and then dragged me along for the ride- literally.
The idiot had had to much to drink at the staff party, and got us all in a car wreck. My dad was about to beat the crap out of him for doing that. Luckily he didn't because I was there.
So was Marie, who is now my step-sister. She is a brat. She's a year older than me. When she doesn't get exactly what she wants, when she wants it, she has a big temper tantrum. And she's wondering why she couldn't have a pony at nine o clock at night? Right. She thinks that because I have something that she wants, weather it be a shirt, a stuffed animal, or whatever, it becomes hers. I usually let her keep the stuff. Once, when I tried to get it back, somehow, she managed to get off home free and I ended up being grounded for two weeks. That was when I learned my lesson. I don't let her take the stuff I get from my dad.
She took those pearls that my grandpa gave me. When I demanded she give them back, she wouldn't. I called my mom and Craig, but Marie said that they were hers and that I took them from her and said they were from my dad. Well, Marie could say that I was a three headed alien and my mom and Craig would believe her. I didn't get Grandpa's pearls back that way.
Those pearls are the only thing I have left of Grandpa. There's a little of my dad and Elizabeth, his wife, in them too. My Grandpa gave them to Elizabeth first. After he died, she didn't feel comfortable keeping them, and told my dad to give them to me. My dad didn't tell me that. I found out myself. The box had to Elizabeth on it in my Grandpa's handwriting. My dad had reused the jewelry box and forgot to take the tag off. I didn't say any thing to him. It was really nice of Elizabeth to do that. At first, I didn't like her. After she gave those pearls to me, I knew she loved me because she knew I didn't know my grandpa really well.
Any way, when Marie didn't give the pearls back, I called Elizabeth, crying. She was surprised I knew about Grandpa giving the pearls to her first, but she listened. She said that I didn't need pearls to remember my Grandpa, that I could always keep the memories. She said Marie couldn't take those.
Elizabeth told me to get my mom on the phone. At first my mom was mad that I had called Elizabeth, but then when she had talked to her, she was okay with it. She talked to Craig, and they gave my pearls back. Get this though- Marie was only grounded for three days! I would have been grounded way longer than that.
I like Chicago way more than St. Louis. Sure, I have friends here, but family is a lot better. A family that actually loves me. Not that my mom doesn't. She just goes along with Craig, who doesn't like me, now that he's met my dad. I don't know what Craig has against him. I don't really care either. I really couldn't care less about Craig or Marie. And my mom, well that's to confusing.
I want to move back out to Chicago to live with my dad and Elizabeth. And my baby sister, Ella. Well, she's really my step-sister, but I like to think of her as a sister. I think I'd be a lot happier there than I am here. Actually, I know I would. I haven't asked my mom though. I don' know what she'd say. She'd be a little shocked I think.
I'm going to spend Christmas in Chicago. I spent it there last year, and I'm supposed to be here this year, but I want to go. Plus, since I already asked my dad, he's going to bring me by the hospital. I miss Lydia. She was soooo nice. I remember her from when I was little and before I moved here.
I wonder if the african-american doctor is still there. I think his name was Dr.Benson or something like that. I remember one time I saw a boy that was hurt really badly in the trauma room and Dr. What's-his-name was trying to help him. Later, when I asked him if the boy was okay, he told me that the boy had died. I asked Dr.Benson why he wasn't crying, and he said he was, in his heart. I hate to say it, because it sounds so corny, but he taught me an important lesson that day, about feelings. You can always be sad on the inside and not show it on the outside. I don't know, that's the moral that I got out of it any way.
I don't know how the doctors do it. They work hard to save someone, and then the person dies. Then the doctor doesn't show an ounce of guilt or sadness. I know if I ever took up medicine, I would cry so hard every time someone died.
I want to be a journalist when I grow up. My mom wants me to be lawyer. My dad doesn't care what I do, "as long as I'm happy," which is okay with me.
I hope I get to move back to Chicago with my dad, Elizabeth, and Ella. I know I probably won't get to, because of my mom. She makes it her life goal to make sure that I'm as far away and out of contact with my dad. How come I can't be happy and get what I want? Just once?