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Okay, so, I officially HATE driving with my mother.
She is soooo tense, and we'll be about a thousand feet away from any red light anywhere ever and she'll start shouting 'SLOW DOWN SLOW DOWN SLOW DOWNNNNNN' and bracing herself against the seat.
Seriously.
I almost pulled over and slapped her.
And my dad isn't much better, sitting in the backseat telling mom to be quiet and then backtracking and going oh but listen to what she tells you.
I don't know, today has been another pretty damned bad day, I gotta say. I get to school and Shorty tells me that I HAVE to talk to Rehab before I talk to her. She's looking all excited and shit.
So I'm all excited too.
Rehab avoided me all day. At lunch, I'm wondering why the hell my friends Blonde and Kat are avoiding me too, and I talk to Blonde, and she politely explains that they're 'sick of the Rehab drama'.
From my point of view, there isn't any Rehab drama. He's a boy who I like who may or may not like me. I don't know if he likes me. That's pretty much it. And the fact that I don't know? Not an issue for me. I'm cool with not knowing. It's everyone ELSE who wants to know. And the 'drama' that they cite isn't anything I can control.
So, hey, friends, way to blame me for things beyond my control. Way to go. Thanks.
And our whole little group that we chill with at lunch? Yeah, they pretty much relocated without warning, and then they're like oh yeah, you can come over here if you want, just don't bring anyone you like.
Gee guys. Way to be assholes.
I'm eating.
This is strange.
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