Sylvia

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2012-05-23 12:10:48 (UTC)

Yesterday- One of the worse days

Yesterday was horrid. Absolutely, positively horrid. I had to go to an FFA Convention- which wasn't too bad, right? Well, I had to get up earlier than normal, not too bad. Once there, we had to put our stuff up (Kristen and I- our purses). We figured we'd get to get our stuff off the bus at lunchtime, right? Nope. We didn't. Which means, we never got to eat. Which sucked, 'cause that was really the only thing keeping me awake through all the officer speeches. The second part- the Talent show. I fell asleep about the fourth song. Kristen woke me up on the last one, but I was struggling to not fall asleep again. All the Talent people did was sing country songs that all sounded the same. I hate country songs, and thus I promptly fell asleep. (Of course, I do feel a little guilty, but I had been good to not fall asleep before).
On the way home, Kristen and I just talked, like we had before. Kaci texted me that Quintin was going to try and KISS me today or tomorrow. I don't even LIKE the guy, geez. I wouldn't kiss anyone unless I'd been dating them for a long while, anyway! -_- So I'll have to try and avoid him for the next two days/today and tomorrow. At least I'm good at avoiding people.
(Here's where the 'worse day' part really comes in-)
Mrs. V came and picked me up once I got back to the school. It was her birthday, so we went to Pueblo Viejo's. Jake and I sat in the corner of the table, kind of secluded, (Ups, Quintin's here. Greaaat.) like normal, from the adults. I figured- hey, I'm sure they don't want a kid bothering them, I'm sure they'd like a nice night with their friends... I'll just read. :3 That doesn't bug anyone. Jake coloured on a little page the resturant gave him. We just kind of minded our business in our little piece of the table. I was starving, so I couldn't wait for dinner to arrive. Y'know, having skipped lunch. So I quietly read until dinner arrived. When I finally looked up, after dinner had been served, Mrs. V and my Dad (who had come in later) they were staring at me- no, giving me GLARES. I heard a comment to Mrs. Velma- they were talking about Jake, 'cause they seem to be picking on him more than I- about how rude he was, about how 'he wasn't fun to be with anymore'. Oh yeah, that's the new thing. First, we were disrespectful. Then, I was a liar ('Jake is too /young/, he /can't/ POSSIBLY lie...' -_- whatever. That saved him for a time though, so I let it be). Now, I'm a LIAR, ANNNND rude. And Jake is not only rude, but also 'not fun to be with'. And Jake is 'not fun to be with' just because he wouldn't/didn't want them coming to a field trip he had at school. They take EVERYTHING like it's a personal offense... Anyway, after we ate, Dad was driving us home. I was reading- almost done with my book and all. Dad suddenly said 'Really? Really? I can't believe you two. How disrespectful. How rude. I can't BELIEVE your rudeness. How mean can you two BE?' I was surprised, not expecting that at ALL. And thus I asked, 'What'd I do?' He never answered me. After a while, waiting for my answer, I went back to my book- which Dad suddenly yelled at me, saying 'PUT THE BOOK UP!' I kind of stuttered a why, and said 'Well, you weren't answering me...!' He just yelled at me to close it again. So I did. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence (and me deperately wanting to read my book)
We got home, and later dad came in my room and told me to apoligize to Mrs. V. He gave me an unclear answer to my question earlier. I still didn't really know what I did, so I've not said 'sorry' yet. Why say sorry for something you had no idea as to what was wrong?
I think Dad said, this morning 'Really?', but I couldn't really hear, and when I looked at him, he just said 'Morning' and I said 'morning' back. They've been harassing Jake much, much worse. When Mrs. V was talking on the phone to her real son, she said 'You are the BEST SON. No worries, you are the BEST son, I don't mind doing you a favor...

~Ok, my PC is dying, so-
Farvel, Sofi




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