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I got back from Emerald Isle on Friday. The vacation was a little rough on everyone, so I'm happy to be home.
The first night, Freddie and James had beer and I told my grandmother about it because I knew she'd take it away and I was pissed and both of them for taking the giant bottle of vodka from my closet a few months ago and letting my grandmother catch them with it (unfortunately, no one got to enjoy that unless my grandma had a little fun when she was dumping it out on the dirt hill). My grandmother took their beer and they got pissed. James got over it once I told him why I did it, but Freddie stayed mad the entire time he was at the house. When I went out the next night to hang my bathing suit and left the door open, he slammed it behind me. When I tried to come back inside, he was standing at the door banging on it and yelling something. I just opened it, thinking he would move out of the way, but he slammed it back on my foot. I pushed it back on him, actually trying to hurt him this time, then he started yanking me around, pushing me into chairs and the table. I managed to bite his arm sometime during all of this. It's a little unclear when I try to remember the exact order of everything, but it ended with James grabbing on to me, which still has me wondering why he didn't take Freddie instead. I came out with bruises on my feet, arms and knees.
The morning after that my dad took Freddie home, made him stay somewhere else and changed the lock on the front door. Then he came back to the beach with us. Cory took me to the police station a few days later so I could get some information about a restraining order. They couldn't do anything there, but here at home they say I can do it without my parents' permission but it might be just a little different when it's a protective order from a relative. I've got the address for the police station but I can't go there until tomorrow because they're only open for these kinds of things on weekdays. I was hoping to get it done before then because my mom comes home from the beach today and she's going to want to let Freddie come back and live with us. She can't do that if I have a restraining order against him, so I need him to stay away from home at least one more night. My dad agrees with me completely and wants this to happen and he's worried about what my mom might want to do. The only thing I can do is wait until tomorrow and see what can be done at the police station.
Been feeling a little gloomy lately. Time to get off my ass and start thinking seriously about doing something with what I have.
Time to say goodbye to summer.
I'd been meaning to take a look at my course options for this year long before now, but I didn't get around to it until this morning. Now, I took Creative Writing I last year and this woman came in and told us that there would not be an official Creative Writing II the next year, but instead there would be several half-credit semester courses that we could use to create the next level. I just looked in the course catalog though, and it now says that there is in fact a Creative Writing II. I chose two half-credit semester courses anyway, just in case I'm wrong. Here are the courses I plan to take this year:
1) Government
2) Algebra II
3) Computer Math
4) Advanced English 11
5) Biology II
6) Creative Writing II
7) Creative Writing Seminar (1st Semester--Half-Credit)
Nonfiction I (2nd Semester--Half-Credit)
8) English 12 (Night School)
Alternate Elective: Creative Writing Independent Study (Half-Credit)
Going to shower. Then I have to return my audio books to the library.
The first night, Freddie and James had beer and I told my grandmother about it because I knew she'd take it away and I was pissed and both of them for taking the giant bottle of vodka from my closet a few months ago and letting my grandmother catch them with it (unfortunately, no one got to enjoy that unless my grandma had a little fun when she was dumping it out on the dirt hill). My grandmother took their beer and they got pissed. James got over it once I told him why I did it, but Freddie stayed mad the entire time he was at the house. When I went out the next night to hang my bathing suit and left the door open, he slammed it behind me. When I tried to come back inside, he was standing at the door banging on it and yelling something. I just opened it, thinking he would move out of the way, but he slammed it back on my foot. I pushed it back on him, actually trying to hurt him this time, then he started yanking me around, pushing me into chairs and the table. I managed to bite his arm sometime during all of this. It's a little unclear when I try to remember the exact order of everything, but it ended with James grabbing on to me, which still has me wondering why he didn't take Freddie instead. I came out with bruises on my feet, arms and knees.
The morning after that my dad took Freddie home, made him stay somewhere else and changed the lock on the front door. Then he came back to the beach with us. Cory took me to the police station a few days later so I could get some information about a restraining order. They couldn't do anything there, but here at home they say I can do it without my parents' permission but it might be just a little different when it's a protective order from a relative. I've got the address for the police station but I can't go there until tomorrow because they're only open for these kinds of things on weekdays. I was hoping to get it done before then because my mom comes home from the beach today and she's going to want to let Freddie come back and live with us. She can't do that if I have a restraining order against him, so I need him to stay away from home at least one more night. My dad agrees with me completely and wants this to happen and he's worried about what my mom might want to do. The only thing I can do is wait until tomorrow and see what can be done at the police station.
Been feeling a little gloomy lately. Time to get off my ass and start thinking seriously about doing something with what I have.
Time to say goodbye to summer.
I'd been meaning to take a look at my course options for this year long before now, but I didn't get around to it until this morning. Now, I took Creative Writing I last year and this woman came in and told us that there would not be an official Creative Writing II the next year, but instead there would be several half-credit semester courses that we could use to create the next level. I just looked in the course catalog though, and it now says that there is in fact a Creative Writing II. I chose two half-credit semester courses anyway, just in case I'm wrong. Here are the courses I plan to take this year:
1) Government
2) Algebra II
3) Computer Math
4) Advanced English 11
5) Biology II
6) Creative Writing II
7) Creative Writing Seminar (1st Semester--Half-Credit)
Nonfiction I (2nd Semester--Half-Credit)
8) English 12 (Night School)
Alternate Elective: Creative Writing Independent Study (Half-Credit)
Going to shower. Then I have to return my audio books to the library.