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yesterday was the worstestest. i asked mister rabago if i could go to the bathroom, and he started giving me all this crap about how irresponsible i am...so then when i was walking to the bathroom, some mexican girl punched me in the stomach. then when i came back to class i got an infraction for taking so long. it's not my fault that the stupid cholla slugged me! then at lunch i threw up. so i went to the nurses office, where she called my mom. but my mom was sleeping so i asked her to call my gramma. and she said no because she wasn't on the contact card. only my ex stepdad and my mother were. ugh! i hate chris. so she called him! and i started getting really mad and i took the phone out of her hands and hung it up. and then she got mad...and gave me another couple infractions, and so i went to the pay phone and called my gram and she didn't answer either her home nor cell. so by now...i feel sick to my stomache, i have detention, and i have no money for lunch. so at pe(last per.) my mom finally woke up and checked the messages and came and got me. then when she picked me up she was crying, so i tried to be strong for her and hold back my tears, because i thought she needed me to be strong. my gigi told my mother to fuck off and that she hoped my mom lost our house and lived on the street. omfg. what kind of mother is that? for the love of god. and then the fucking school didn't tell kira i went home early, so she was looking all over for me. then when everyone was home, tim came over and fixed the sliding glass doors...or at least thought he did. he actually broke them. so then they wouldn't close or lock. and so now my mom is fed up with el cajon and wants to sell everything we own, and buy a motor home and travel. i'd be homeschooled. i dont really know what to think of it yet. i sort of want to. there isn't anyone who would miss me. and there isn't anything in el cajon. except veronica of course. and so...that was my day. i hope today's better.