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[katalyst_kim]

I think I'm bad luck. Or, at least the absence of me is bad luck. I get back to my dad's house and I find out that while I've been gone, the cable for the internet has been cut, my brother has fallen off his bike onto the concrete into a faceplant and lost his front tooth, my grandparents have been sick, and the car broke down. Now, when I arrive, all of this is told to me and no sooner am I back, than everything starts to fix itself, obviously the internet works now. Then I get a call from home and the shit has once again hit the fan. James tells me that he's heard ten different versions of the same story and each version is more outrageous than the next. My reputation is out of this world. I have now been given credit for the following:

Having anger management problems
Being a regional drug lord
Turning James into a drug fiend ( If you don't know James, take my word for it - this would NEVER happen)
Being turned into a drug fiend by James
Having an abusive boyfriend
Beating my mother
Verbally abusing my mother
Running a prostitution ring ( no joke - when I heard this I laughed so hard)
MAKING ecstasy
And
Doing just about every drug ever made while keeping a 3.8 GPA, having a job for 4 hours after school everyday, going to karate for class for 2 extra hours everyday, going to Civil Air Patrol every Monday, and turning in all of my homework on time

DAMN

I wish I was half as cool as the rumor mills think I am...