The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen

Chapter 63 - What The Hell Trev

TW: Discussions of animal deaths and firework injuries from the beginning

Tuesday November 5th 2019. We're a fortnight away from my 18th birthday, and today is also the day the British celebrate parliament not being burned down by... having a bonfire. Yeah, that's odd. We don't celebrate it ourselves so it's just a normal day for us. Marino has traditionally given students a "own clothes day" and a half day rather than the whole day off, so I only have to go Maya-less until 1pm. My dad's already left to take her to school, leaving me with my grandparents who aren't doing much today other than a routine tenant health check up later on. I kinda need to talk to them about stuff but it's not the time.

I'm bored out of my mind. I wish we had something to do to avoid the nearby celebrations tonight, Lizzo's show is just a day out of sync to our calendars. I just... there's usually this insane fireworks display on Burns' Night near me and it's terrifying. I'm always waiting for something to go drastically wrong. I've found myself, alongside a team of others, having to pull dead animals out of nooks and crannies because they've either been frightened to death or have been killed by a rogue firework. It's not just the animals, I've seen some horrific injuries relating back to the bonfires and the fireworks that are beyond description. Halloween usually sees this as well, but for some reason the extent is much worse come the fifth of November. Three of the students in Marino last year had a bad run in with the holiday which probably just extends my fear nowadays.

Jesus, I just remembered. I am so busy this month, wow. Lizzo, McFly, my own show, birthdays, anniversaries, YouTube. I did not factor anything into a time scale and I am going to flip if I get overwhelmed to a certain extent. God, maybe I won't have all that time to do all that learning I wanted. Ah, I'll do whatever I can. I've never seen a positive in touring with the band myself, and now with the chaos of this month, I doubt I'd survive a tour.

Fuck, my grandparents want me to come downstairs for some reason. I have a feeling they want to talk to me about certain things, but I don't want to touch those topics yet, I'm personally not ready for them. I don't know what it is, but there's just sometimes I don't feel comfortable being with them. I doubt it's a generational thing, more a social understanding thing. A lot of their jokes fly over my head and I miss the meaning of phrases. I mean, I love them and all that, but sometimes I feel like I'm being pushed into situations where I'm not comfortable or I know I'm going to be strongly masking.

I don't think they've ever truly been understanding of how much of an extent all of my issues cause my problems. I spent the first years of my life trapped in a voiceless pit with no way of telling who I was, and whenever they tried to "help" they just made it worse. Their solutions would work fine on a neurotypical child, not someone like myself. I don't think they've ever done the sort of learning my dad did to raise me, they just reused whatever they did with Olivia.

E: [walking downstairs]

Ao: Evin, come sit darling.

E: [sits on sofa] What's the matter?

Aa: We need to talk about something.

E: Such as?

Ao: That ring of yours.

E: [bewildered] My ring? It's just a piece of quartz, I don't use it fo' any of that healing stuff.

Aa: Maya has one identical, doesn't she?

E: Yeah...?

Ao: You don't see any problem here?

E: No.

Aa: Do you know where it's played?

E: It's on my left hand so it's out of the way when using my right hand.