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Long time no write. Not too surprising though.
And of course, lots has happened. So, where to start??
Right about here.
The summer was going okay; I was working a lot and making money a lot. Then....BAM! Crash of the century. Here's the story; Untold and True:
It was a Friday night at Arby's. Nothing unusal, nothing abnormal. Just the normal rushes and fatasses coming in for their daily grub. Then, at approx. 8pm, Janie (a current daytime employee at the infamous Arby's) came up there and asked my cousin and I to attend a, and I quote, "little get-together." No problem there, right? Wrong.
So, the night continues and eventually ends. My cousin and I head home (her house) to change our clothes and prepare for this so-called "little get-together."
12-Midnight: We arrive at Janie's house to find a shitload of people there. We walk in and immediately I try this mixed drink. Only three sips. But that three sips too much in the long run. The "little get-together" carries on for about 30 minutes and then this pimp (in his own mind, that is) shows up with two girls barely out of puberty. I should've known right then that some shit was about to go down. However, I thought nothing of it and continued to mingle. No drinking involved.
2 am: Someone runs in the house and yells the cops are there. Great. Turns out the little girls thought it would be funny to play some drunken tag outside, in a townhouse complex. Stupid. Very.
So, everyone runs upstairs. Bad idea. Two minutes later we hear a knock at the door. The good old Lansing Police coming to investigate the comotion. At this point, it would've been very smart, and in everyone's best interest, for janie to answer the door. Unfortunately, like a stupid fucking bitch she just ignored them. Despite my excessive swearing and commanding of her to answer the door. Asswipe.
Finally, someone (although I'm not sure who) answered the door. Everyone eventually made their way downstairs.
2:30 am: We're all seated, around the living room, while the cops question us. Being that I was a minor and yes, had been drinking (come on, I didn't want to lie to the police)I had to take a PBT. Screen says .023. Barely worth sneezing over. But I am a minor and that was still .023 too much. So, I recieve an MIP. Oh joy.
My grandparents (which I remind you, are in their 70's) are called to come pick me up.
3:40 am: I arrive home with two VERY pissed off old people. My mom is called and I fall asleep.
***NEXT MORNING***
I wake up to the sound of my mother's voice. Not a good sign. She walks in and tells me to pack enough clothes for a week or so. I do as she says to save myself the pain of arguing with her. It would've served absolutely no purpose anyway.
We're on our way to her boyfriend's house (near Battle Creek) and I just know this is the end. Yet, I fall asleep again. Maybe to avoid thinking about my current situation.
**The Arrival**
Once we get there my mom lays down the rules. And my new life.
-I now have to live there
-No cell phone
-No car
-No job
-No more of my old life
She has me right where she's wanted me for the past six months. Lucky her. Unlucky me.
So, that is where I've spent the last couple of weeks. Trapped. In a town where I know nobody. With a mom that seems to have no problem with me being miserable. In a house that is down-right depressing. And no way to come back, even if I could.
Life sucks people. And yes, I am the advocate of "sucking it up." But there is no sucking up this one. I'm trying my best to figure out a way to come back when I turn 17, but it's looking grim. All I know is that I want to finish high school where I started it, and not stay in a place that I hate. I miss home.
There's an update for you. A long one, yes. But the only way I could truly explain this last part of my oh-so-glorious summer. Hope you enjoyed it.
Peace.
And of course, lots has happened. So, where to start??
Right about here.
The summer was going okay; I was working a lot and making money a lot. Then....BAM! Crash of the century. Here's the story; Untold and True:
It was a Friday night at Arby's. Nothing unusal, nothing abnormal. Just the normal rushes and fatasses coming in for their daily grub. Then, at approx. 8pm, Janie (a current daytime employee at the infamous Arby's) came up there and asked my cousin and I to attend a, and I quote, "little get-together." No problem there, right? Wrong.
So, the night continues and eventually ends. My cousin and I head home (her house) to change our clothes and prepare for this so-called "little get-together."
12-Midnight: We arrive at Janie's house to find a shitload of people there. We walk in and immediately I try this mixed drink. Only three sips. But that three sips too much in the long run. The "little get-together" carries on for about 30 minutes and then this pimp (in his own mind, that is) shows up with two girls barely out of puberty. I should've known right then that some shit was about to go down. However, I thought nothing of it and continued to mingle. No drinking involved.
2 am: Someone runs in the house and yells the cops are there. Great. Turns out the little girls thought it would be funny to play some drunken tag outside, in a townhouse complex. Stupid. Very.
So, everyone runs upstairs. Bad idea. Two minutes later we hear a knock at the door. The good old Lansing Police coming to investigate the comotion. At this point, it would've been very smart, and in everyone's best interest, for janie to answer the door. Unfortunately, like a stupid fucking bitch she just ignored them. Despite my excessive swearing and commanding of her to answer the door. Asswipe.
Finally, someone (although I'm not sure who) answered the door. Everyone eventually made their way downstairs.
2:30 am: We're all seated, around the living room, while the cops question us. Being that I was a minor and yes, had been drinking (come on, I didn't want to lie to the police)I had to take a PBT. Screen says .023. Barely worth sneezing over. But I am a minor and that was still .023 too much. So, I recieve an MIP. Oh joy.
My grandparents (which I remind you, are in their 70's) are called to come pick me up.
3:40 am: I arrive home with two VERY pissed off old people. My mom is called and I fall asleep.
***NEXT MORNING***
I wake up to the sound of my mother's voice. Not a good sign. She walks in and tells me to pack enough clothes for a week or so. I do as she says to save myself the pain of arguing with her. It would've served absolutely no purpose anyway.
We're on our way to her boyfriend's house (near Battle Creek) and I just know this is the end. Yet, I fall asleep again. Maybe to avoid thinking about my current situation.
**The Arrival**
Once we get there my mom lays down the rules. And my new life.
-I now have to live there
-No cell phone
-No car
-No job
-No more of my old life
She has me right where she's wanted me for the past six months. Lucky her. Unlucky me.
So, that is where I've spent the last couple of weeks. Trapped. In a town where I know nobody. With a mom that seems to have no problem with me being miserable. In a house that is down-right depressing. And no way to come back, even if I could.
Life sucks people. And yes, I am the advocate of "sucking it up." But there is no sucking up this one. I'm trying my best to figure out a way to come back when I turn 17, but it's looking grim. All I know is that I want to finish high school where I started it, and not stay in a place that I hate. I miss home.
There's an update for you. A long one, yes. But the only way I could truly explain this last part of my oh-so-glorious summer. Hope you enjoyed it.
Peace.