So on Friday, the 3, I had more bad things happen to me than good things.
Bad thing 1: I fucking failed my checkpoint which means I have to go to school on a Flex Day!!!! Bad thing 2: My geometry teacher decided to assign us partners for our new projects. Mine consists of a sophomore, a future architect, an artist, and me. Hooray! (Does no one understand because of the fact I'm not very hand-eye coordinated, that there is a reason I tend to fail most projects that I have to build?????) Bad thing 3: I have to clean my room! People, I will only say this once. There is a reason we don't clean our rooms. Mine is that I can't find anything when it's clean!!! Bad thing 4: ... There was one. Oh, I got it! My Geography project is not done and now i get to take a ten point reduction on it when we turn it in on Monday. Bad thing 5: My little sister likes to demand me to turn my music down. Well I obviously can't say" Go fuck yourself or Fuck you!" So like a fucking dog, I have to turn it down. Trust me when this whole fucking thing with my bitch of a step mother, me being so very nicey nice will stop and if she pushes me to far, it's her turn to get the shit beat out of her. HOORAY! Bad thing 6: I'm out of chocolate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1:(
The only good thing that happened today was that the teacher that does the debate team said that another student wanted me as their debate partner. That was awesome!!!! Then the teacher said they wanted me to join some other UIL stuff. Still, if i can juggle school, my bitch of a stepmother, my sister, and my personal hell, I think i can manage extra curricular things as well.
Speaking of my bitch of a step mother, let's see what new information i have on the bitch. She kicked out her own mother, because of her fucking creeper of a boyfriend. She's threatening to take my dad back to court if my dad objects to her boyfriend moving in with her. (Like he would.) Her creeper boyfriend is moving in with her, while my sister, while a brat still doesn't need to be over there to further poison her mind, is staying with them almost every weekend. SHUDDER!!! Fucking creeper that's what he is. Seems like a child rapist, but then again i might be biased, cause i already don't like him. She's pissed at my dad and me, but then again, what else is new?
On better notes(not that my life is that much better)... I went to my mom's grave today. I laid flowers on it, since its her birthday. I miss her a lot. I keep wondering what my life would be like if she hadn't gone out and gotten drunk that night. If she quit drinking when we were born. What could've happened if maybe she had taken us for her visit that night? I wonder if I would even be writing this paragraph right now? I wish she had been there when I started first grade. I wish she had been there when i learned to ride a bike. I wish she was there when I had cancer. I wish she was there i went to the mental hospital. I wish she had been there when i started high school. Or when I had become a teenager.
Everyone else's mom was, why did mine, of all people have to die.
So today, i get home and my sister scares the hell outta me. Then i think about all the homework i have to do. Stupid school. So today I am going to figure out out how to get all of it done without using the imaginary shadow clones(for all of you who don't know, check out Naruto).
i think it's time i tell you about my stepmother... I was five when my step bitch and dad got married. Everything was okay until i turned nine. I began growing up. But it didn't get really bad until i was eleven. My dad's job sometimes caused him to work late and unfortunately at the time, my relationship with the bitch was what you would call war. We butted heads on many occasions, because i was no longer her mindless little monkey. I had cancer when i was eleven. It was summer time. I was happy even though i was sick and i lost all my hair. In October, i was in remission and by November i was cancer free. Lymphoma Burketts stage 3. Although i should have been closer to my family, i was farther away. And because i hated the school i was already going to, i was put in Mennonite school. February of 2009, my dad was working late. Again. And i was a little pissed at school. So the principal called the bitch and she took out her frustration on me. I was forced to do fifty push-ups without stopping even once. I was fucking eleven! She hit the wall beside me and she would have hit me if i had moved even an inch. There is a hole at my old house! She upped it to seventy-five and i tried to run out of the house, but damn it, she caught me. It was nearing eleven when my dad finally came home. I was crying and he asked what was wrong. After finishing my fucking push-ups, i went to bed, worn out. November 2009... They put me in Meridell. I had absolutely no idea why i was there. No one would tell me. So i was there until February 2010. Doing nothing but biding my time and putting with a bunch of bull-shit that people were feeding me. There was nothing wrong with me, other than my social skills and my reclusive personality. The day i came out was the day i felt relief. Summer of 2010... I went with my aunt up to her home up in Minnesota and stayed there for two weeks. It was one of the greatest times of my life. Until i came back to the hell that had become my life. July 2010... I finally chewed the bitch out and i must say it felt really good. That made it so i went up to Minnesota for the first semester of my eighth grade year. It was then i got the wonderful news that my dad and step bitch finally divorced (imagine a chibi me jumping for joy). January 2011... I came home for the second semester of my eighth grade year. I finished eighth grade at home and for a while everything was nearly perfect. Until a few months ago(we're in 2012 now) when the bitch threatened my dad's job. She's gotten a new boyfriend and finally turned her own parents against her! She's using my sister and i don't like it. She's trying to rip our family apart as well as her own. She's tracking my phone and i have to be really careful what i do. I can't make friends, even if i wanted to, and i can't be a regular teenager. So thank step bitch if you have a problem with me. She's made me who i am and it's coming around to bite her in the ass! Later, MINA.
