YAY! CHAPTER 3! tHANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED ON CHAPTER 1 AND CHAPTER 2! 11-21-08

9:56 a.m.

Something smells really good.

Wait.

Who's cooking?

I walked downstairs and see a SOBER Nate an the stove.

"Morning Lena,"

"Morning," I replied suspiciously, "Watcha doing?"

"Cooking breakfast,"

Aha! Booze induced French toast!

He put a plate in front of me.

Syrup and powdered sugar.

"Are you high!?"

"I don't think so," he said slowly.

Hmm.

I risked my life and took a bite out of the toast.

Holy shit! This is actually good.

I haven't had a decent meal in like:

1,2,3.….8 days!

"Wait, where's Jason?"

Nate shrugged as he began to wash the dishes.

He's doing dishes.

Where the hell is my drunkie brother.

Oh well.

I can deal with this Nate.

11:43 a.m.

I guess since Jason isn't here, I'm at liberty to go shopping with Mitchie.

Wait.

Jason isn't here.

But his wallet is.

This could turn interesting.

12:08 p.m.

I called Mitchie and told her that I was going to be able to go shopping with her since my warden is MIA.

All there was to do left was to sneak out of the house.

I walked downstairs.

And walked out the door.

Man, that was hard work.

I'm the frikken master of disguise dammit.

I didn't forget to say bye to Nate as I walked out so hopefully he won't go and call the police to report a missing child.

He probably will.

I give him an hour before he is drunk again.

12:58 p.m.

Mitchie and I just got to the mall.

As we drove here I counted the amount of money in Jason's wallet.

The PMS-er had 900 dollars cash in it.

Not to forget I have my own three hundred.

This could be fun.

1:34 p.m.

I have good news and bad news.

Good News:

Mitchie has great taste in shoes.

Bad News:

Mitchie has bad taste in guys.

"You're brother is kinda hot" she said.

Is she like blind or something.

I mean it's my brother.

It's Shane.

Cringe.

"He has great hair too,"

Gag.

"I bet he's really good in bed too,"

Die.

2:00 p.m.

I bought the Chanel jacket that I wanted.

Take that Jason.

I used the credit cards so he wouldn't get that suspicious.

Oops.

My bad.

Oh well, I don't pay bills.

2:08 p.m.

Mitchie and I went to star bucks.

She keeps talking about Shane non-stop.

But I just realized that Mitchie could stop Shane from being a whore.

That's a good thing.

3:03 p.m.

I'm home.

Shane is watching t.v.

Jason is still MIA.

Nate is still in the kitchen. And not drunk.

Do I hear the blender.

Nate doesn't know how to use the blender.

I was going to go to the kitchen, the blender had stopped, then Nate came out.

He was covered in flour. Had stuff splattered all over his shirt. And I swear something is crawling in his hair.

"Don't go into the kitchen," he said.

He walked upstairs and then came back down a few minutes later with clean clothes on.

He walked right passed me and Shane, into the kitchen. Then the blender started again.

Oh boy.

3:47 p.m.

I wonder where Jason is.

Eh.

Don't care.

3:51 p.m.

I got another e-mail from dad.

Lena,

I'm happy you're enjoying yourself. You're new friend so interesting. I'm happy you are getting along with you're brothers. Give your mother my best. Give your brothers my regards.

Dad.

Yeah.

I still don't think he is reading these things.

If I'm lucky he is at least skimming these.

No.

He's not.

I called him a mother fucker and I didn't get in trouble.

I could write that I am being raped and he would reply:

That's great. Have fun.

4:17 p.m.

Jason is home.

"Hey Jase," I said.

"Yeah,"

"I used all your credit cards."

'That's great,"

Something is seriously wrong with him.

He doesn't smell like paranoia.

Or sweat for that matter.

"Jase, where were you today?"

"A spa,"

"A what?" I asked not believing what I was hearing.

"A spa Lena," he replied.

OK?

6:34 p.m.

Nate said we had to have a family dinner tonight.

I don't see how it can be called a family dinner when the parental units haven't been home in days.

6:45 p.m.

Nate is serving dinner.

I could only think what kind of monstrosities he would feed us.

6:52 p.m.

Steak.

It actually looked like steak. Unlike Jason's cooking.

Roasted Garlic Potatoes.

That didn't smell like something died.

Green Beans.

I'll probably feed these to the dogs anyways.

Corn.

No comment.

Salad.

It looked fresh and crisp.

Fresh squeezed lemonade.

I have a theory that it's spiked.

Baked Alaska.

He set it on fire.

In the good way!

7:23 p.m.

Dinner was actually really good.

I'm waiting to get sick though.

Shane offered to do dishes.

OK.

I'm like either in an alternate reality.

Or.

My brothers have been replaced with aliens.

I'll keep the aliens.

8:32 p.m.

Dad,

Don't be fooled by my brothers new found actions.

They are not changing.

Shane is still a whore.

Nate is till a drunkie.

Jason is still a pain in the ass.

There must be a full moon tonight or something.

They are not changing.

They are out to get me.

Come home!

They could be planning to murder me for all I know!

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