Nevermind
October 5th, 2005
School was being stupid again today. I hate P.E. and I hate playing volleyball because the girls want to play volleyball. I want to play my drums during P.E. But no, I can't. No one likes a rocker anymore.
Luckily for me, my dad had to stay late at the hospital last night. Some type of last minute surgery that was going to keep him out until the early hours of the morning. My stepmom was just sitting in the kitchen, off in a daze and ignoring everything around her.
Maybe that explains why she was ignoring Brice (my eleven year - old brother), who was in tears and hiding in the closet underneath the staircase. I find it funny - Brice is a genius. Seriously - he has a huge IQ (higher then Summer Hathaway's). But he's also mentally unstable - I think he has Schizophrenia or something. I'm not too sure. He gets it from my stepmom's side of the family.
Anyway, my brother honestly believes that people are out to get him. For example, my older brother Benjamin resents Brice with a passion and is never nice to him. I told Ben that he was a fucking idiot and that he should leave Brice alone, but he pretty much shoved me into the wall and stormed off somewhere.
At least he goes to college in Massachusetts now.
That just leaves me to get Brice out of the closet and then comfort him. That was pretty much what I spent two hours doing last night.
I don't know if I hate school or home more.
Or Billy. But he's mainly a close third.
And then there's chemistry and P.E. class...
Oh, who cares.