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Saturday, October 28, 2006
Not such a good weekend
My weekend isn't going too well. I'm kinda scared to go home. By the way, I'm at the library right now typing this up. I can't at home because the computer's broken and stuff. I'll talk about this later, but I can't give you guys too much detail.
I agree that parties aren't too bad if I have a friend or two there, but I still don't like parties. Don't ask me why because I have no idea. It's okay AZ if you didn't visit my site on that the day it was posted. Cause I didn't get to come on until today. And you say I sound mature? I don't know about that. Many of my teacher's also say I'm very mature and stuff, but that's because I kinda sometimes try to act polite in many places. Except home...I guess. I realized why I liked school so much. I think it's just an excuse to get away from home. There's more to it, but I'm not really sure what it is. My parents don't think I seem mature and stuff. It's because I don't do chores right away, but I usually always do the chores they tell me too before they come to check if I've done it. I'm just kind of a laid back person. There's nothing wrong with that, right? My parents are always talking about if I become a wife and how I'm going to get kicked out and stuff. Ahh.....Well, why don't I just not become a wife, right? What if I just live by myself like I've been wanting to do? I think it's because I have such a big family and in it are lots of problems. I just want to get away and live on my own so I can find out stuff instead of having to listen to or fix problems all the time.
Now that leads to the first paragraph. My weekend is really bad right now. I kind of feel like I'm on the run. It's not as exciting as you might think it is. (I'm not really on the run though.) I was playing with my younger bros and sis. My older sis was also in the room on the computer. Then my oldest bro told us to clean up the kitchen. I had no idea how it looked like, but it must've been pretty messy, you know having such a big family. We told him we would.
About ten min. later, he started throwing dishes and stuff out of the kitchen into the living room. It was making lots of sound and stuff. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared and listened to the cracking sounds of the dishes. It was really scary. Our oldest bro isn't usually the kind of guy to let loose his anger. Then he came into the room we were all in and picked up a woooden chair. He held it above his head and threw it at us, but luckily it hit the floor. Then he went over to my sis on the computer and took the computer and smashed it on teh floor. My sis usually talked baack, but even she knew it wasn't a good time to do that at this time.
One of my li'l bros wanted to go past him into the kitchen, but My oldest bro wouldn't let him.
My oldest bro yelled,"What are you doing?!"
My lil br said,"I'm going to..."
"Go upstairs," My oldest bro yelled, and we all scurried upstairs.
I was so scared. I really was. I almost felt like I would die. I still feel scared now as I'm typing this. I was crying in the room I share with my lil sis and she had her head in her pillows.
My older sis came into my room and she told us to get ready cause we were going to the library. She said,"Get ready. We're going to the library. It's not good to stay here." Something like that. We got dressed, got our stuff, and went out the front door. The one we usually didn't use.
My older sis, my two younger bros, my younger sis, and I walked to the library. Away from the danger, I feel safer, but I'm still scared. I tend to have this habit now of looking out the window to make sure my oldest bro didn't drive here to take us back.
I feel like crying. This is just not a good day. I want to stay here forever so that I don't have to face my fear, but I can't because the library closes at five. And my parents are going to come home and notice us missing. I think they went to a funeral or something in minnesota or something.
I'm sorry this post is so long. It's just that I really need to get this out. Otherwise, I'll be even more afraid than I already am. Everytime I think about what happened, I freeze up and sweat a little. My weekend was bad. I hope your's is better than mine. (What if my weekend was jinxed when my teacher told me to have a good weekend?)
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