It didn't surprise me, really. We should have known that someone would've taken an interest in us and stalked us to the park. Only, I didn't expect it to be headline news. The reporter did a crap job of telling what happened and made us out to be "a gang performing pagan rituals".
If people want to follow us, fine, but at least get your facts straight before running the story. The article was the least of my worries though; Hurricane Mom was in full force.
"You mean to tell me," she shouted at the top of her lungs, "that you guys went to a park and assisted in a pagan ritual? You actually went to a park at midnight and hung out with people I don't even know? You hung out with all those pot smoking teenagers and, and people who illegally obtain alcohol? Do you know how disappointed I am in you? And on top of that you can't even take care of yourself so now you have a fucking hole in your heart! You constantly undermine me and your father and you demand so much! Well guess what? Raising three kids is a tough job and your father is rarely here to help. Then you never try to make friends so you're stuck with those, those people who look down on you and treat you like shit!" I expected the first part, but then she got personal. She can't attack my friends like that.
"Why are you attacking my friends?" I asked without letting any emotion seep into my voice, "Why are you criticizing me and degrading me? Why are you bringing your personal life into this?" I got up, grabbed my emergency pack and headed out of my bedroom.
"Don't you dare walk away from me!" she screamed, her voice borderlining hysteria.
"Too late," I said evenly, "You criticized me for your problems and attacked my friends. You attack them, you attack me and who I am. My friends helped shape me and make me who I am. Did you know that ASD happens in the womb? Did you know that you could've contributed to this? I should be thanking you for ruining my life," I walked out of the house and could still hear her screaming. I was in front of Mila's house and could hear her bloodcurdling scream ringing in my ears. Mila didn't need any explanation; as soon as she saw my pack she let me in.
I lied down on her couch and fell into a fit-full sleep.
More shaking. What's with people shaking me to wake me up? I _will_ respond if you say my name.
"We have to go," Mila said, grabbing both her pack and mine.
"Where, where we going?" I asked, still half asleep.
"Out, to Sheelin's house," she said, yanking me up from the couch, "My parents read the paper and they weren't too pleased, but I must say, your dresses were totally flattering and the moonlight made them look even more awesome," She always had to look on the bright side of the worst situations. Oh well, I was glad to know that they looked amazing.
Ben Maynard's car was waiting out front.
"Well are you coming or not?" Mila hollered. I shrugged, grabbed my stuff, and squeezed into the back of his car.
If people want to follow us, fine, but at least get your facts straight before running the story. The article was the least of my worries though; Hurricane Mom was in full force.
"You mean to tell me," she shouted at the top of her lungs, "that you guys went to a park and assisted in a pagan ritual? You actually went to a park at midnight and hung out with people I don't even know? You hung out with all those pot smoking teenagers and, and people who illegally obtain alcohol? Do you know how disappointed I am in you? And on top of that you can't even take care of yourself so now you have a fucking hole in your heart! You constantly undermine me and your father and you demand so much! Well guess what? Raising three kids is a tough job and your father is rarely here to help. Then you never try to make friends so you're stuck with those, those people who look down on you and treat you like shit!" I expected the first part, but then she got personal. She can't attack my friends like that.
"Why are you attacking my friends?" I asked without letting any emotion seep into my voice, "Why are you criticizing me and degrading me? Why are you bringing your personal life into this?" I got up, grabbed my emergency pack and headed out of my bedroom.
"Don't you dare walk away from me!" she screamed, her voice borderlining hysteria.
"Too late," I said evenly, "You criticized me for your problems and attacked my friends. You attack them, you attack me and who I am. My friends helped shape me and make me who I am. Did you know that ASD happens in the womb? Did you know that you could've contributed to this? I should be thanking you for ruining my life," I walked out of the house and could still hear her screaming. I was in front of Mila's house and could hear her bloodcurdling scream ringing in my ears. Mila didn't need any explanation; as soon as she saw my pack she let me in.
I lied down on her couch and fell into a fit-full sleep.
More shaking. What's with people shaking me to wake me up? I _will_ respond if you say my name.
"We have to go," Mila said, grabbing both her pack and mine.
"Where, where we going?" I asked, still half asleep.
"Out, to Sheelin's house," she said, yanking me up from the couch, "My parents read the paper and they weren't too pleased, but I must say, your dresses were totally flattering and the moonlight made them look even more awesome," She always had to look on the bright side of the worst situations. Oh well, I was glad to know that they looked amazing.
Ben Maynard's car was waiting out front.
"Well are you coming or not?" Mila hollered. I shrugged, grabbed my stuff, and squeezed into the back of his car.
