I got up this morning to see that both mom and Carol weren't in, but Zack was. I was still looking around for them when I saw his sat watching T.V downstairs, and for the first time we had a brief conversation. I asked him where my mom had gone, and he told me that she had taken Cazzy shopping. (He even calls her Cazzy like I do, who does he think he is!) After that he asked me what had happened to my face, seen as it is pretty bruised and swollen everywhere, I look like a cantaloupe going off! I told him that I got jumped, and he asked if it was a problem. I told him it wasn't a problem for me, but it was going to be a big problem for them. He said good, but if ever became a problem I should tell him and he will deal with it. I said okay, then went out. Weird, maybe he knows I don't like him and wants me to think he is okay.
As I went out Dave was coming up the walkway, looking moody as usual. He asked if my mom was in and I told her that she was out, so he stormed off in a huff, the looser. He was probably wanting some cash or something. Not that I care what he wants, I hope he doesn't get it!
I went round to Jimmys and he went ballistic about me getting jumped. I told him to leave it, and I made him promise not to go see any of them himself. Eventually he said he would leave it, and I'm glad he gave his word, if he hadn't he'd go round and kill every single one of them. I told him I'm going to wait a few weeks, but every single one of them are going to get it. We stayed in his most of the day playing on his play station. His mom came home from work in the afternoon and made us some tea, but I didn't see his dad while I was their, although he was probably at work or the pub. I didn't ask, I didn't want to pry into their business like some nosy neighbour who doesn't leave you alone.
I ended up stopping over at his, I didn't bother telling mom I was, I couldn't be bothered to go around to tell her, to walk back, it would take too long, so I left it. She won't worry anyway, she'll probably not notice, unless she wants something doing that is.
We stayed up late and snuck a few of his dads beers from the store room, and watched We Were Soldiers. It was a cool film, I liked Mel Gibsons character, he is the first actual leader who stuck to his word, and was the first person on the battlefield and the last person off, even when they were in the shit. I bet that doesn't happen too often in the real world, I bet most of the leaders are pansies who sit behind their desks all day giving out orders, sending other people to their deaths instead of their own. I could never be like that, and can't understand how it works. How can a soldier go into battle, not trusting his leader? I couldn't.
I got up early in the morning and came straight home. Its like 6.30! I'm going back to bed now for a few hours before crappy therapy, I'm right tired, me and Jimmy stayed up most of the night. So after I check on Cazzy I'm off!
Night / morning!
Jack.