I throw on clothes and look like a boy, so I change my shirt. Put on a jacket, pull the hood up, and next comes my coat. Grab my keys and leave.
My steering wheel is freezing cold, I don't even want to touch it.
Get to school and watch my ex-boyfriend drive away with another girl at overtime. I'm supposed to meet up with him later today to exchange everything. To finalize the breakup and rip everything right down the middle. Cut even deeper.
Goooood morning.
Everything's alright until lunch when I get hit by a friend. She scrapes up against my car with hers, but you can't even tell because the previous owner of my car had already scraped up all the sides. I just wave her off and tell her to have a good day.
Leaving the same parking lot, there's a traffic jam at the little gate to get out. Bailey's little car just weasels right on out. Amy tries to do the same thing, but her car is too wide. I have a token, so I pull up to put it in, thinking we could leave one right after another, but as she leaves, the board falls down on my car. I'm stuck. I try to use an old token that I found in my car, but it doesn't work. As I'm cursing my bad day and banging the back of my head on my seat, I see Amy running across the street yelling, "I have a coin!!" She puts it in, and the gate opens. I nearly bolt out of there.
Brooke and I get back to my house after lunch and I start making tea. Tea was probably the best part of my day. My brother shows up, we chat for a bit, then Brooke and I head to Davy's to do a project that's due in a week.
While working, I leave my phone on silent and left across the room from me. I always get distracted by it. Around 4:30, I realize that my dad hasn't called, so I go pick up my phone to see that he actually hassss called me and I have 3 texts from him. Two of which are talking about dinner plans and the other is telling me that since I "refuse to communicate" I'm grounded. I have to do everything alone, at the house. Excuse me, Dad, for working on my project. Seriously.
I come home immediately and wait for my mom to get home so that we can go to dinner.
I drive to Subway separately because I have to babysit afterwards. Yeah, yeah, a surprise babysitting gig. Sweet, right?
After I order my food and sit down with my parents, my dad starts talking about how this man accused him of yelling. My dad's response was "people who know me know that that's not yelling - I just get excited" I commented saying, "funny thing is, the people who know him can't ever determine whether he's yelling or not". He responds "You're about to see yelling! You'll knoww I'm yelling. You're walkin' on thin ice today anyway!" I try to explain to him why I didn't answer his phone and he says, "I don't care about your excuses, you need to answer your phone when I call! That's the reason you have a phone!"
I gather up my trash, throw it away, and leave. Just drive away to babysit for 2 hours.
"I can't catch a break." was my facebook status. When I get home, my mom mockingly says "You can't catch a break little girrrrllll?"
shuuuutttt uppppp.
On the bright side of being grounded, I don't have to meet Collin for another three weeks, aka the duration of my grounding. However, I don't get to go to dinner with Marisa this week. There's not even a little chance that I could go to BK. No sleepover with Theresa. No origami class.
I can't catch a break. I'm more than ready to have a new season in my life. Where things go right, sometimes, yanno? I keep patiently waiting. October was a struggle in itself, and now November? Please, God, let something good happen.
Please.
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