About Me

Chapter 29: Feeling good.

Well, I haven't updated for a while, so here it comes:

I am feeling good, it will never be on it's best, but for now I am feeling good. I a busy with writing and being amazed over my followers and other story's.

Also school is going better, I talk more with my classmates, I am a bit reserved at school, a mysterious girl. I know because I see people watching. Not in a bad way, but they just can't figure me out.

Sometimes they seem scared of me, scared about how I look them in the eyes, not afraid to look back. They are always the first to look away, and I am not scared of it. It's a bit of a weird habit of me, but it's fun to do it with guys, it makes then blush or shy and mostly they just act all tough and stuff, but they aren't, they can't even look a girl in the eyes.

But I talk more, I am a bit less in my head then usual, and it feels okay. Also I have more people who like me then I thought, a girl I sometimes talk with hugged me one time and said: "It's so nice to have someone who feels like an sister to me, I can just hug you, my sister doesn't do that." I hadn't expected it at all, because I am not at school all the time and I just talk with her sometimes, or make jokes, but it's nice, I didn't even know.

I had drama today, we had to choose an character you could make it up or choose o e that existed, I chose Paper from The Dark Ring, she is such an wonderful girl, and it was very fun.

There was another thing, my sister Puk always yells and snaps at me with an mean voice, she is never grateful and it happened again, I just ate my yoghurt and took the bowls for the rest of my family with me too and the yoghurt, she always complains that I only take an bowl for myself. (I have my reasons, I work myself broken at home, so they don't deserve to have me as their slave) But it's never good enough, now she started to complain that I hadn't put the yoghurt in all of the bowls, she snapped, but this time I snapped back. She always have something to complain about and I am never good enough for her. It's horrible and she acts so attacking while I don't do anything wrong really, she should be thankful that I actually do something for them, but no, I get yelled at, so I am not doing it anymore, I get always yelled at, so it doesn't make a difference if I do something for them or not. By the way it's not her job to say that to me, she isn't my mother.