Grin Evilly says:LolWallOfText
So, as some of you have known, I've had some trouble with school and stuff the past few years. I've been missing a whole lot of days since I'm kinda sick (mental illness is a b***h). And last year, I ended up failing four classes cause I was gone for so long.
And I'm gonna say I have pretty good instincts. If something tells me something bad is gonna happen that day, there is a 95% chance something bad will happen.
So, I didn't feel up to going to classes today once I got to school, so me and my friend Steven skipped and went to the mall. For someone who missed five whole months of school, I've been doing pretty good for going to school for three weeks straight, not missing a single class, if I'm anxious or not.
So, I skipped the morning, and I came back at lunch, and I decided to call my mom and tell her I was gonna take the public bus home and sleep for the day.
My mom doesn't want me to go on the buses, so she says wait until twelve and she'll come get me. That's fine. I'll just go on Gaia for an hour until she comes to get me.
Well, my friend Tellie, being somewhat of a... er, dumbass, goes and tells my boyfriend I'm going home cause I'm not feeling well. Then he proceeds to come into the library and call me 'a ******** retard' in his loudest voice in front of everyone. I had to go to the bathroom after, cause when people make public spectacles like that, I always feel like I'm gonna hurl.
So, after waiting for my mom to come and get me, I go home. I sleep, read, catch up on things on Gaia, and I do some laundry. Stuff I needed to catch up on.
And at about... um, four, when I was on the computer encoding videos and such, Mike (my boyfriend) starts talking to me.
He kept saying I was making him very disappointed. He said I was going to be like his brother (who is a highschool drop out who drinks, smokes and does drugs) if I skipped school and didn't go everyday. Of course, I start to freak out because nothing makes me feel like s**t more than when someone calls me a failure, is disappointed in me, etc. I told him to back off and give me some space, and he kept going on and on like I was directly effecting how he looked and was damaging his ego by not going to class.
Yeah, ******** you you inconsiderate p***k.
And then we make up, s**t goes on, I eat, and then we decide to go for a walk.
Things were going good, and I was playing Guitar Hero (I was ******** pwning a** at it too, even though I'm only on medium ), after we decided to go to his house since the mosquitos were ******** eating us alive, when his mother walks in.
And this is pretty much what she said to me.
"I shouldn't skip. I should look for new friends and stay along the sidelines because the people I hang out with are bad kids. If Steven is going to be a problem for me I shouldn't be allowed to hang out with him. I owe that school something since they accepted me, and so therefore I should be a perfect little student by having a perfect attendance record, and that I should be catching up on my lost semester. Because there could have been a Catholic kid who may have wanted to go to that school, but couldn't because my name was there."
Um. WHAT. THE. ********? Are you my mother, lady?! Like, do you not hate when you're getting lectured by your friends parents? Or your boyfriends parents? There is nothing I hate more than when people think they have a certain authority when they actually don't. I just nod and smile, and of course I felt a teeny sting behind my eyes. I like keeping the people who know about my lost semester to a bare minumum, thankyouverymuch.
And then Mike said she read the AIM conversation, which I highly doubt. I just rolled my eyes and kept playing Guitar Hero.
And so, then his mothers friends come over, and they start pouring beer down their throats.
The number one thing Grin is scared of in the whole ******** world: A drunk person. My mom has a boyfriend who is a drunk. He doesn't live with us anymore, but he used to. He used to drink all the time. He would hit my mom, insult us, and he even threatened to rape me once. So, you can obviously imagine me being very jittery around people who are drinking.
And she is one of those people who has to impress everyone. Everyone has to think she has the perfect life, etc. She has to be the angel, I would say.
Me and Mike were watching Pirates of the Carribean, and we ended up laying on the bed and almost falling asleep. And then his mother, shitfaced as hell, slurring her words and holding about... twenty beer bottles, looks into the room, and starts ******** screaming at us. (More me, since Mike is her perfect little boy and can do no wrong in the world. Everything that happens is my fault.)
"THAT IS ******** DISGUSTING. THIS ISN'T A WHOREHOUSE. IF YOU'RE THAT ******** TIRED GO HOME. GET YOUR SHOES."
And of course, she's swaying as she says this, slurring her words, screaming, and has her hand raised. So you can imagine me ******** grabbing my s**t and bolting out of there. I was trying to get my shoes on and my boyfriend was on top of the stairs waiting for me, and she comes up behind me, points her finger at me, takes a nice swig of beer and says very threateningly:
"If I ever see you both do that again, you're both gonna get it. Is that ******** clear? Don't do it again, Dayna. Don't ******** do it again." So, of course, ******** scared as hell, I boot it out of the house. My boyfriend is walking behind me as I bawl my eyes out. And there's nothing I hate more than crying in front of someone, much less in public, even if it is ten thirty at night.
So I get home, and Mike walks in the door with me. My mom is asking me what's wrong, since I'm still crying enough to fill the St. Lawrence river. My mom offers to drive Mike home, but of course he says no, apologizes and leaves.
And I tell my mom everything that happened, and by the end of the explanation she looks as if she's about to explode. She was gonna call, but I said no, cause I would rather not cause anything that could be avoided.
And now she wants me and Mike to hang out in a house where people don't drink all the ******** time, since the reason I'm so scared of people who drink is because of my mom's old boyfriend. And if his mother says anything to me like that ever again, I'm not allowed in their house. Nor am I allowed to talk to his mom.
When I got on AIM Mike said his mom said she was sorry but I'm not ******** believing it until she sincerely says it to my face. I'm gonna be ******** terrified of her for a good four or five months now.
See? Instincts are always right. :]
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