Day 3
I got up as usual, but I am so emotionally drained from the last couple of days. I look horrible, no shower could make me feel or look any better; no make-up can cover up the puffiness under my eyes.
I have decided to boycott my mother. No sanitation without representation! She has no idea how I feel, nor does she want to. I want to make her see, well smell. I will not take a shower for one week.
One hour later:
Scratch that. I can't live with myself let alone smell myself. So I will boycott cleaning my room or after myself. Ha! Take that.
Now I am at school. I can't figure out a way to tell my friends that I won't be here for the dance. How can I tell Alex that I won't be able to go to her sleepovers anymore? More importantly, how can I do it without crying the Great Lakes?
"Hey guys, I need to tell you something," I say, trying to talk through the humungous lump forming in my throat.
"Hold on," Alex says without noticing.
They kept talking like I wasn't there. I kept trying to but in but it didn't work until finally I got some attention.
"What is it?" Danny exclaims.
"Um, well, I uh," how can I get this out without sounding like a motor boat? "Guys, I'm moving to another town and another school."
"What the heck?" they all mouth, but they couldn't get a sound through.
I can tell by their eyes that they want to know why, but they are too afraid to ask. So I do it for them.
"My parents want me to go to a school with a higher level of learning," I say now regretting that I said anything.
Why did I have to do this now? Why couldn't I just crawl away while my emotions are still intact?
"When?" they all said together hoping that it wouldn't be too soon.
"Monday, I can't go to the dance either because we are having dinner with the principal," I am now red because all eyes are on me.
There blank faces tell me that there isn't a way out of this mess. There is never a way out of my disasters; this is just one of the many.
The next few seconds were pure misery. The Girls' eyes got glassy. Mine were dry, but I couldn't old out much longer.
"Guys, don't be sad. I know, I don't have a choice, we will still keep in touch," my voice quivering.
"I guess we understand, I mean, what can we do?" Carrie asks in a level tone.
"I don't know," I say stumbling on the words," be happy for me?
Everyone gapes at me; I guess I said something wrong. What else is there to say?
They leave me there. Yeah, they just walk away, some friends. They rest of the day is normal except for the constant moans and hugs. Everyone knows already, I guess they overheard.
What am I going to do? I can't just leave the wound open like that. They have to come to their senses.
At tennis that night, my coach told me that I seemed off. "Family thing," I said.
I tried to hide my feelings, but they kept showing. I was like a daisy in a sea of roses, never to be found.
"How was your day?" my mom asks, playing her mind game.
"Humph!" I say, trying to show my true colors.
"How are your grades?"
Then, I said something no one should say to their parents ever: "Wouldn't you like to know?!" This phrase was dripping with sarcasm from every syllable.
I think that you can guess what happens next. Yes, a severe grounding and no dessert. Ha! They think that that can stop me.
"And get your room clean!" my dad said.
The best part is that we were having cherry pie for dessert
I got up as usual, but I am so emotionally drained from the last couple of days. I look horrible, no shower could make me feel or look any better; no make-up can cover up the puffiness under my eyes.
I have decided to boycott my mother. No sanitation without representation! She has no idea how I feel, nor does she want to. I want to make her see, well smell. I will not take a shower for one week.
One hour later:
Scratch that. I can't live with myself let alone smell myself. So I will boycott cleaning my room or after myself. Ha! Take that.
Now I am at school. I can't figure out a way to tell my friends that I won't be here for the dance. How can I tell Alex that I won't be able to go to her sleepovers anymore? More importantly, how can I do it without crying the Great Lakes?
"Hey guys, I need to tell you something," I say, trying to talk through the humungous lump forming in my throat.
"Hold on," Alex says without noticing.
They kept talking like I wasn't there. I kept trying to but in but it didn't work until finally I got some attention.
"What is it?" Danny exclaims.
"Um, well, I uh," how can I get this out without sounding like a motor boat? "Guys, I'm moving to another town and another school."
"What the heck?" they all mouth, but they couldn't get a sound through.
I can tell by their eyes that they want to know why, but they are too afraid to ask. So I do it for them.
"My parents want me to go to a school with a higher level of learning," I say now regretting that I said anything.
Why did I have to do this now? Why couldn't I just crawl away while my emotions are still intact?
"When?" they all said together hoping that it wouldn't be too soon.
"Monday, I can't go to the dance either because we are having dinner with the principal," I am now red because all eyes are on me.
There blank faces tell me that there isn't a way out of this mess. There is never a way out of my disasters; this is just one of the many.
The next few seconds were pure misery. The Girls' eyes got glassy. Mine were dry, but I couldn't old out much longer.
"Guys, don't be sad. I know, I don't have a choice, we will still keep in touch," my voice quivering.
"I guess we understand, I mean, what can we do?" Carrie asks in a level tone.
"I don't know," I say stumbling on the words," be happy for me?
Everyone gapes at me; I guess I said something wrong. What else is there to say?
They leave me there. Yeah, they just walk away, some friends. They rest of the day is normal except for the constant moans and hugs. Everyone knows already, I guess they overheard.
What am I going to do? I can't just leave the wound open like that. They have to come to their senses.
At tennis that night, my coach told me that I seemed off. "Family thing," I said.
I tried to hide my feelings, but they kept showing. I was like a daisy in a sea of roses, never to be found.
"How was your day?" my mom asks, playing her mind game.
"Humph!" I say, trying to show my true colors.
"How are your grades?"
Then, I said something no one should say to their parents ever: "Wouldn't you like to know?!" This phrase was dripping with sarcasm from every syllable.
I think that you can guess what happens next. Yes, a severe grounding and no dessert. Ha! They think that that can stop me.
"And get your room clean!" my dad said.
The best part is that we were having cherry pie for dessert