Guess who's screwed? That's right, none other than
moi. I missed a whole bunch of French because of my stupid klutziness. Now I'm going to be sitting in class tomorrow, wondering what the heck everyone is saying. Great. Just what I need. Not to mention Emili has been reading my blogs on myyearbook. That's even worse. So, everything I put in that stupid thing, she's most likely read. All my stupid sayings and confessions. Dang. Just what I need, someone else to think I'm a freak. I've already got this new girl on my bus scared. Ah, hell. Whatever. I don't care. Just as long as they don't talk to me, I'm fine. I don't want to have to repeat 6th grade again. That was pure murder. And you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. but that's fine. I don't really want to go into it. I'll just give a recap:
I said something to Andrew, his mom found out, I got sent to the guidance consular. They called my parents, I got my laptop taken out of my room, and so my love of reading expanded. But I never forgave any of them for what they did to me. I'm a very unusual being, deal with that. I say things and do things normal people don't do. But hey, I'm not a normal person. Neither is Mikey, but no one seems to care. I wish I could be him. He doesn't have to worry about his parents finding things out and putting him away in some asylum. Of course, I do. Sometimes, I wish my grandmother never smoked. I wish she was here. She understood everything. Everything went downhill when she died. I got labeled as "goth" and became introduced to different things that she would have known everything about. No one would get that. And I don't want you to. I'm not on drugs or anything. That would be stupid. So don't even start thinking that. It's just, my family history is what I'm trying to say. Things that went back a few centuries and now is up to me. I don't know why or how, but it is. And not a day goes by where I regret it. Without this knowledge, I would have never known Ivory. Without him, I wouldn't have Damien, Erron, or Icefire here with me today. I wouldn't have any of the friends I have now. They wouldn't know me or care about me like they do now. They'd just see me as the goth girl who never speaks. That's how I'm seen to people now. Without them around, that's all I am to people. All I am to anyone. But you know what, you'll never see me care about what people think about me. If they say something to me, I might just go Jacob Black on them. I'm not afraid to. I'm not afraid of them, of anything. The only thing I am afraid of, is losing everything that matters most to me.