I'm really, really, really sorry about not updating recently. I was having a serious case of writers block. And then came the plot bunnies...
Anyways, I want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed: Nessalyn, Tanya50801, golfa chickie, Scott4eva and a huge thanks goes to Alexzgirl1 for helping me with this chapter and the next one! (Sorry but it's not finished, actually it's not written lol!)
Please review!
Alexz
-30th / 31st August 06
-midnight / 1am
Okay, this has so been the worst night of my life.
The dinner went...
...surpisingly well.
I mean, Yvette seems like a pretty nice person. Really.
But it was what happened after the dinner that hurts.
And I mean physically.
We got home around midnight. Sadie and Dad went to bed but I couldn't sleep.
So I did what any normal person (okay, maybe not! Lol!) would do in this situation:
I went and drank hot chocolate.
Yeah, you're all thinking, 'that's normal' or 'Hey! I do that!'. But how many of you write songs at the same time?
Didn't think so!
Anyways, after I'd finished my hot chocolate, around 1am, I turned to go back upstairs and found Don (you remember Don, mom's divorce lawyer, her new husband... yeah...) packing up stuff. Mom's stuff.
I decided to be friendly (don't know why) and it all backfired.
I said hi.
He told me to shut up and ignore him. That he was never here.
And I said: "But you are here. I can see you. Not very well, 'cause you know it's dark... hey, you want the light on?"
He said no. Actually it was more of a shout.
I was... surprised.
No. More like freaked out.
Again, I tried to make friendly conversation.
But like earlier it backfired.
Turns out Don isn't the friendly convo type.
He got really angry and the next thing I know I was lying on the floor, my cheek stinging like hell.
And to top it off, I could feel tears forming in my eyes.
Damn it! Why do I have to be so emotional?
Don then realized what he had done and left. Quickly.
This left me time to think...
...What the hell just happened?
All I asked was: "Did you have a nice time in Italy?"
Why? Why? Why did I choose now to practice my 'smalltalk'?
I also thought, why am I lying here on the floor?