6 days in Loveland

Day 1: The plane

Gas station cafe .Table by the window

Okay this is insane. Like I don't like writing, I don't like talking about my feelings, I don't like ink-
can I give more reasons as to why I shouldn't keep a diary?

But...
I have to do this. My dad made it very clear. He came up to me, thrust this shit little notebook in my hand and told me that I have to jot down my feelings of the trip in here and then show to him after the span of 6 days is over. Then-and only then-will he consider getting me a new car.
What part of, I am a lazy bitch who doesn't like tiring my hand for writing does he not understand? THIS MAKES NO SENSE!

Sadly my dad won't see reason. And I really really do want that new car. So here I am, writing about my "magical experience on my trip to Disneyland"

First of all, let me just tell you that I like people. Okay, I mean there are so many amazing souls in this world... Everyone is just so nice like me or sarcastic like me and everything is so relatable. I love conversing and having a good time with human beings.
So believe me when I tell you this that Jade Huntington never dislikes anyone. I hate hating people. Everyone has something good in them and I like to take advantage of that, and I use it to tolerate being around them! But of course there's an exception...

My evil, satanic, demon from the depths of hell, sadist sister. Mia Huntington,

The cause of this freakish trip.

Fucking Grinch.

I had my iPhone privileges provoked because of her. Okay, I agreed to going! What more does she want from me?

Well, I had taken her doll and stuff but I have my valid reasons!

The stupid thing was always the cause of my misfortune. The past week wasn't exactly the best week of my life... I tripped on that satanic toy and almost broke my nose-but I didn't. Instead it left an ugly temporary scar smack in the middle of my face. Then the next day, it had magically appears in my backpack and of course Mia accused me of stealing it. That earned me whole week of chores.

Then finally something went right and my friends were sipping coffee at Starbucks one fine day and we jokingly decided to go on a road trip for the winter vacations and it actually kinda became a plan. Everybody's parents agreed, so did mine, Everything was going perfect.

Until Mia with her stupid doll waltzed into the picture. She demanded a trip to Disneyland for her doll's birthday and she was 'bored' of the one here in Florida... hoping to, and I quote, "Explore the Disneyland's of the world". And after many a foot stomping and tantrums later my parents agreed, stating that this would be the family trip of the year.

And of course of its a family trip, I have to be there.

No road trip for Jade. No spending a week in the car with the people I love- getting high, singing songs, stealing private kisses from your boyfriend-but-not-so-boyfriend, making jokes, visiting places, living of petrol pump market junk. No.

Instead, I get to spend 6 fucking days in a word full of smelly, sweaty humans wearing appealing costumes and dumb rides where 5 years old are permitted. Top that of with embarrassing roller coaster pictures and loads of sticky cotton candy and... There! My vacation is successfully foiled.
Oh joy!

So yeah, I took Mia's damn toy and stuffed it's ugly ass face into the toilet of the gas station, at which we are now residing, flushing repeatedly till it disappeared into the stinky void, whilst evilly laughing in external pleasure.

We're on our way right now... To the airport. In our car. And everyone needed a bathroom break right? I took the chance, snatched the toy and got my revenge done with.