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The weekend was really good. I had a great time.
This morning, I pondered skipping class.
As I was in the bathroom, I heard a frantic banging on the house's back door. It was Heather.
Poor thing! Her clutch went out, so she was stranded in P'cola. She was in so much pain, from dancing, I guess, since she's out of shape, that she could hardly move. Her friend and soon-to-be roommate left with Heather's apartment money, somewhere between $400 and $500. This friend promised to bring her back some food.
For three days my sister waited for her friend to come back. She never did. HT managed to start her car, get it into 5th gear, and drove 120mph to come home, and ran many red lights in Loxley.
She hadn't eaten for three days, drank water from the faucet, and might have pnuemonia from the cold.
It's amazing that she came home minutes before I left for class. I told her that if she missed me, I would've come back home at 1pm. She said she would've just waited by the door and cried.
Now she wants to steal my dad's pt cruiser, go see that rotten ex of hers, and bing him back home. Help!
I told her no, but she won't listen. She slapped me because I wouldn't call my grandparents that don't know how to get a hold of my parents. The same grandparents that gossip about her and want her to be put in an insane asylum.
I missed class and made her some mac n tomato and some herbal tea.
Ugh... this is stressful.
She wanted my parents to come home from their vacation. In a way, I'm thankful that we don't have any way to contact them.
In a little bit, I'm going to Walmart to buy some groceries.
I feel terrible. My parents trusted me. They wanted to try to keep her out of the house while I was gone. They'll kill me for letting her take my dad's car. And I'll kill her if she brings that trashy man over here for sex. I've been stuck at home with her too many times when she's brought some guy over. So inconsiderate. So disgusting. I won't go through that traumatizing experience anymore. I told her she can't bring him here.
Gosh, I wish I had someone to talk to for help. Dammit dammit dammit.
*EDIT*
I just came up with a brilliant plan. You can't steal a car if you don't have its keys, and if you don't know how to hotwire. I locked the pt cruiser, found the key and the spare key, and hid them in a purse in my room. I am writing this so I don't forget where I hid them.
This morning, I pondered skipping class.
As I was in the bathroom, I heard a frantic banging on the house's back door. It was Heather.
Poor thing! Her clutch went out, so she was stranded in P'cola. She was in so much pain, from dancing, I guess, since she's out of shape, that she could hardly move. Her friend and soon-to-be roommate left with Heather's apartment money, somewhere between $400 and $500. This friend promised to bring her back some food.
For three days my sister waited for her friend to come back. She never did. HT managed to start her car, get it into 5th gear, and drove 120mph to come home, and ran many red lights in Loxley.
She hadn't eaten for three days, drank water from the faucet, and might have pnuemonia from the cold.
It's amazing that she came home minutes before I left for class. I told her that if she missed me, I would've come back home at 1pm. She said she would've just waited by the door and cried.
Now she wants to steal my dad's pt cruiser, go see that rotten ex of hers, and bing him back home. Help!
I told her no, but she won't listen. She slapped me because I wouldn't call my grandparents that don't know how to get a hold of my parents. The same grandparents that gossip about her and want her to be put in an insane asylum.
I missed class and made her some mac n tomato and some herbal tea.
Ugh... this is stressful.
She wanted my parents to come home from their vacation. In a way, I'm thankful that we don't have any way to contact them.
In a little bit, I'm going to Walmart to buy some groceries.
I feel terrible. My parents trusted me. They wanted to try to keep her out of the house while I was gone. They'll kill me for letting her take my dad's car. And I'll kill her if she brings that trashy man over here for sex. I've been stuck at home with her too many times when she's brought some guy over. So inconsiderate. So disgusting. I won't go through that traumatizing experience anymore. I told her she can't bring him here.
Gosh, I wish I had someone to talk to for help. Dammit dammit dammit.
*EDIT*
I just came up with a brilliant plan. You can't steal a car if you don't have its keys, and if you don't know how to hotwire. I locked the pt cruiser, found the key and the spare key, and hid them in a purse in my room. I am writing this so I don't forget where I hid them.