Day 5
Yes! Today is Saturday! I tried to sleep in as long as possible, but only to get up at 7 A.M. I had to then surrender to watching Scooby Doo and eating a bowl of oatmeal.
"Mac, whatcha doing?" my dad tries on me.
"Don't go there with the Mac stuff," I say remembering all the times it has worked on me before.
He knows I'm still mad, so he saunters off to work. I'm not in the mood for his little game of, "Let's make little Mac happy." What would make me happy is for me to stay at my OWN SCHOOL!
After this very stressful internal thought, I decide to play it cool. Besides, Shaggy is about to run from the flesh-eating monster. Ha! Run Shaggy, Run!
After I got done cheering for Shaggy, I got dressed. Then I wanted to run to Alex's but Mon stopped me first.
"Hon, do me a favor and clean your room," she said without even stopping to think. It's second nature to boss me around. She just made me clean my room yesterday, and let me mention every day before that.
She just acts as if all I'm here for is to clean and get a Nobel Prize. Sorry to disappoint Mommy Dearest. I should write a song about how bad my life is. It would be a top 50 hit. Then I'll buy that stupid school. I'll then turn it into a community center, with a huge park!
She makes me so mad. I'm supposed to be this perfect little being. No, she doesn't care what gender that I am. Probably if I was a Mac instead I would be a perfectionist momma's boy. Thank the Lord that I have estrogen!
But I have to get a hold of myself; I need to quit feeling sorry for myself. Enough of the "my life sucks", more of "it's my life, and I'm going to make it work!" Ha! Take that fate. I can make my life better. I'm going to make "me" better. More time for me. Here's my agenda for today:
12 P.M. eat lunch
1 P.M. run around the city
2 P.M. redecorate my room
I'm going to re-do my whole room. It will be my own style. Crackers! I forgot that I'm probably going to be moving. Well, then I'll just design it. I'll get paint and carpet samples. I've saved almost $400, I can buy it myself.
(~~~~( Whew! I just got back from my run. Mom went out to work, and Dad is gone too. O got some water, and I cleaned off the table. I'm going to use it to start my design. Ha! Screw extra curricular, I'm going to be lazier than that run on the carpet.
"What are you doing?" my mom says horrified at the mess that I've made.
Crap! "Nothing, a school project," I say gathering the papers hastily.
"What class? And why are you doing it in here? I've told you not to work on things like that on our table. You know that it was from your great grandma. I don't want it to get abused in anyway. "She said jumping from subject to subject. Oh my gosh, she wont stop talking. SHUT UP1 I don't care about great grandma's table. It will eventually get damaged anyway when we move. All of these emotions just couldn't wait to be freed. So I was nice to them and let them all out.
"Why is it that you can find plenty of things to pick on me about, but you're perfect? I hate the way that I have no freedom. With you," All the works came rushing out, unable to stop themselves.
"You do plenty of things with your friends. What; gotten into you?" She asked not really wanting to know the answer.
"Mom, you don' get it! I'm a prisoner to your agenda, and banquets. You little dinner parties for my teachers so that they'll recommend me into a good high school program. I wan to be lazy, like a normal person! Why can't you grant me the only thing I've ever wanted?" I'm too enraged to cry, or even to stop myself. I just sit there, waiting fro the answer that'll never come.
"What is wrong with you? I've done everything."
"No, not for me, don't even say it. You are doing these things for my education, but really, they're a way out."
"A way out of what?" her voice amused by this act of sheer bravery.
"What you couldn't be for your mom. No, you're trying to be the mom yours wasn't. Is that the excuse that you're going to feed me?" I know no limits now. Stop me if you can!
"You know that I'm doing what's best for you. You're future is what I have in mind," she says now like I'm a two year old.
"I don't want to do what you and Dad do. I don't want to work in an office all day, and have starched suits I wear every day and on weekends. I'll be a bum if that's going to fulfill my desire. You don't understand that, you don't understand me!" I storm out before she can feed me more bull. No thanks I'm going to be a vegetarian.
I went to my room, to be confined for the rest of the night. I punched my pillows until I saw little bits of fluff that were coming out of the seams. I'm probably going to get in trouble for that too. I can never do anything right.
I didn't eat, and I didn't leave my room. By my own decision, and I would probably get that sentence from the warden anyway. I decided to work on my room design. I also turned my stereo up, a little louder than usual. I'm a wild child!
Yes! Today is Saturday! I tried to sleep in as long as possible, but only to get up at 7 A.M. I had to then surrender to watching Scooby Doo and eating a bowl of oatmeal.
"Mac, whatcha doing?" my dad tries on me.
"Don't go there with the Mac stuff," I say remembering all the times it has worked on me before.
He knows I'm still mad, so he saunters off to work. I'm not in the mood for his little game of, "Let's make little Mac happy." What would make me happy is for me to stay at my OWN SCHOOL!
After this very stressful internal thought, I decide to play it cool. Besides, Shaggy is about to run from the flesh-eating monster. Ha! Run Shaggy, Run!
After I got done cheering for Shaggy, I got dressed. Then I wanted to run to Alex's but Mon stopped me first.
"Hon, do me a favor and clean your room," she said without even stopping to think. It's second nature to boss me around. She just made me clean my room yesterday, and let me mention every day before that.
She just acts as if all I'm here for is to clean and get a Nobel Prize. Sorry to disappoint Mommy Dearest. I should write a song about how bad my life is. It would be a top 50 hit. Then I'll buy that stupid school. I'll then turn it into a community center, with a huge park!
She makes me so mad. I'm supposed to be this perfect little being. No, she doesn't care what gender that I am. Probably if I was a Mac instead I would be a perfectionist momma's boy. Thank the Lord that I have estrogen!
But I have to get a hold of myself; I need to quit feeling sorry for myself. Enough of the "my life sucks", more of "it's my life, and I'm going to make it work!" Ha! Take that fate. I can make my life better. I'm going to make "me" better. More time for me. Here's my agenda for today:
12 P.M. eat lunch
1 P.M. run around the city
2 P.M. redecorate my room
I'm going to re-do my whole room. It will be my own style. Crackers! I forgot that I'm probably going to be moving. Well, then I'll just design it. I'll get paint and carpet samples. I've saved almost $400, I can buy it myself.
(~~~~( Whew! I just got back from my run. Mom went out to work, and Dad is gone too. O got some water, and I cleaned off the table. I'm going to use it to start my design. Ha! Screw extra curricular, I'm going to be lazier than that run on the carpet.
"What are you doing?" my mom says horrified at the mess that I've made.
Crap! "Nothing, a school project," I say gathering the papers hastily.
"What class? And why are you doing it in here? I've told you not to work on things like that on our table. You know that it was from your great grandma. I don't want it to get abused in anyway. "She said jumping from subject to subject. Oh my gosh, she wont stop talking. SHUT UP1 I don't care about great grandma's table. It will eventually get damaged anyway when we move. All of these emotions just couldn't wait to be freed. So I was nice to them and let them all out.
"Why is it that you can find plenty of things to pick on me about, but you're perfect? I hate the way that I have no freedom. With you," All the works came rushing out, unable to stop themselves.
"You do plenty of things with your friends. What; gotten into you?" She asked not really wanting to know the answer.
"Mom, you don' get it! I'm a prisoner to your agenda, and banquets. You little dinner parties for my teachers so that they'll recommend me into a good high school program. I wan to be lazy, like a normal person! Why can't you grant me the only thing I've ever wanted?" I'm too enraged to cry, or even to stop myself. I just sit there, waiting fro the answer that'll never come.
"What is wrong with you? I've done everything."
"No, not for me, don't even say it. You are doing these things for my education, but really, they're a way out."
"A way out of what?" her voice amused by this act of sheer bravery.
"What you couldn't be for your mom. No, you're trying to be the mom yours wasn't. Is that the excuse that you're going to feed me?" I know no limits now. Stop me if you can!
"You know that I'm doing what's best for you. You're future is what I have in mind," she says now like I'm a two year old.
"I don't want to do what you and Dad do. I don't want to work in an office all day, and have starched suits I wear every day and on weekends. I'll be a bum if that's going to fulfill my desire. You don't understand that, you don't understand me!" I storm out before she can feed me more bull. No thanks I'm going to be a vegetarian.
I went to my room, to be confined for the rest of the night. I punched my pillows until I saw little bits of fluff that were coming out of the seams. I'm probably going to get in trouble for that too. I can never do anything right.
I didn't eat, and I didn't leave my room. By my own decision, and I would probably get that sentence from the warden anyway. I decided to work on my room design. I also turned my stereo up, a little louder than usual. I'm a wild child!