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Wake Me Up From This Stupid Nightmare |
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I just looked back at my previous entry and realized I made a big mistake cursing myself like that. This is the worse day I've seriously had in a while. I guess, like always, I'll start at the beginning.
For one thing, I don't remember where or when I fell asleep yesterday. But I woke up real uncomfortable, and I found out why. I had a pounding headache, and when I heard a door opening, I silently cursed thinking I'd woken up late and and my dad or brother had noticed my stuff wasn't gone. That wasn't the half of it.
I woke up in the pantry.
Yeah, you know. The one I hide in if I don't wanna go to school. Only this time, I don't remember going there, I still can't remember where or when I fell asleep, my head hurts, and I'm in my Pj's sleeping there. Apparently my dad wanted to put in some sodas and found me there. He confronts me and immediately starts yelling. Meanwhile, I'm in a daze, I think it's a dream, and I'm trying to answer my dad's lightning fast questions, which I can tell he's asking to try and catch me in a lie since it's obvious he doesn't believe I have no idea what's going on. He thinks I'm acting, and I practically break into tears I'm so frustrated and confused. He tries to buy the "crocodile tears" act as he calls it, but they're completely real. I'm scared. I woke up sick, in a strange place, and he doesn't even care. He leaves me there for work, wthout even the possibility on his mind that I might have something wrong with me. No, he has to go see Kelly during his break today to take her to the gynecologist. Like I wanted or needed to know that.
So now I've been stuck at home all day, trying to study and make up for the school day I've missed, and try to figure out what happened. Then, around 8 tonight, I get a call from my dad, and assume he wants to give me another story about how he's not coming home tonight. He still wants me to admit I faked the whole incident from this morning, and I almost hang up I'm so mad at him. The he tells me the "big news", He's been waiting to tell us since the gynecology visit.
Kelly is 2 months pregnant.
I really did not need this. I've been pinching myself for the past two hours trying to wake up from this, praying it's just a dream. They're not even married yet, and they're gonna have a baby already. I've met this woman twice, my brother once, and now she's gonna be living with us, and by May, I'm gonna end up with a brother or sister by Senior year. I really can't take this anymore. I'm getting off before I break something.
Edible Substance · Tue Oct 19, 2004 @ 06:06am · 0 Comments |
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