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Another week of school over. Graduation can't come fast enough. We received out progress reports today and I managed to scrape by with Honor roll. That should keep Dad off my ass for a couple of weeks. Though, he keeps calling and asking if I've decided where I am going to school yet. I just tell him I'm considering my options.
No need to get into a knock out drag out fight with him until I can be sure Mom is going to give me access to my college fund even if I don't go to college. I need to sit down and discuss that with her soon.
I'm passing the house on Charleston street when I hear a scream that sounds a lot like Bindi. I run into the house, calling out for her, "Bindi!"
She doesn't answer. I can't hear anything but this high pitched chirping sound. It's so loud and when I look down, there are thousands of crickets all over the floor. I cry out, trying to jump out of their way, but I can hear the sickening sound of some of them being squished under my shoes. I feel like I'm going to puke and I can't get the crickets off of me. They're jumping and crawling and I'm afraid to scream because if they get near my mouth I'll really freak out.
The door isn't where it was. Where the fuck is the door? I have to get out. I run through the room, trying not throw up as I stomp across thousands of crickets and open a window to crawl outside.
Huh. Why am I standing here looking at this house? I've got to get showered and changed if I'm going to pick Bindi up for us to have Chinese before the gig tonight.
No need to get into a knock out drag out fight with him until I can be sure Mom is going to give me access to my college fund even if I don't go to college. I need to sit down and discuss that with her soon.
I'm passing the house on Charleston street when I hear a scream that sounds a lot like Bindi. I run into the house, calling out for her, "Bindi!"
She doesn't answer. I can't hear anything but this high pitched chirping sound. It's so loud and when I look down, there are thousands of crickets all over the floor. I cry out, trying to jump out of their way, but I can hear the sickening sound of some of them being squished under my shoes. I feel like I'm going to puke and I can't get the crickets off of me. They're jumping and crawling and I'm afraid to scream because if they get near my mouth I'll really freak out.
The door isn't where it was. Where the fuck is the door? I have to get out. I run through the room, trying not throw up as I stomp across thousands of crickets and open a window to crawl outside.
Huh. Why am I standing here looking at this house? I've got to get showered and changed if I'm going to pick Bindi up for us to have Chinese before the gig tonight.