My Journal

The Weekend of July 1st, 2016

My mom woke me up around eleven a.m. With our bags packed up and ready to go.

I prayed to God that standing on my ankle wouldn't cause pain anymore, having half forgotten what I endured on the floor the night before.

I could hardly walk. I limped (by myself after Marie had abandoned me) to the elevators and into the lobby, plopping into a seat. My mom asked me if I was ok.

I told her it hurt but not to the extent of the exact pain. She helped me walk to the car, where Ted was driving. Someone almost ran my crippled ass over but either way, at least I might be put out of my misery.

On a three hour drive to some beach house where my moms friends lived (where Ted elbowed my sprained ankle resting on the center console like eight times) we stopped for Wendys.

It was a half hour for chicken nuggets and average fries. The whole time I listened to the Hamilton soundtrack on my phone.

When we got there, a young girl answered the door, probably 5'6", black hair, of Puerto Rican descent (I knew that already though because I met her mother on a trip to crested butte, Colorado) with a t-shirt and jeans.

I assumed that had been their only child along with the family dog. But hours after we arrived, a weirder, cringe-y, younger version of the first girl we met came into the kitchen.

She was wearing a t-shirt with a stale meme about chocolate on it, yoga pants I used to wear in second grade and had braces on. She wasn't ugly, I just disliked her style. I like to say no ones ugly unless you're truly ugly on the inside.

I limped around most of the night and since I can't take pills I took like nine tablespoons of children's medicine and the pain mostly went away unless I was standing directly on my ankle.

Marie caught a flounder, which apparently is a great find because everyone was very excited. I know very little about fishing. We watched legally blonde and then mostly everyone went to sleep. I called Felicia because I wasn't tired yet.

We talked about some things and I got to talk to Marie's NEW boyfriend, Dan. He's very nice, and I've taken a liking to him,

When I woke up the next morning, Sierra was jumping on me. Apparently, it was 10:30 in the morning and everyone was waiting for Marie and I so they could start breakfast.

It was this huge breakfast but I'm a very picky eater, so I didn't eat most of the things. I had half of a waffle and some scrambled eggs.

We all went out on the dock, but the mosquitos were too much for me, and I went back inside and stayed there. The outside world is not for me. I took a nap and when I woke up dinner was done.

I was so tired I could barely tell what was happening. I just remember the younger daughter was behaving strangely and it was utterly annoying. I have nothing against her, but her random outbursts made me cringe like, physically.

She also continually locked Marie and I out of the Jack and Jill bathroom that connected our bedrooms, which pissed me off because then I'd have to walk across the house on my sprained ankle to pee.

When we finally left, we took a scenic route, which was a tad slower because of the red lights that occurred every five fucking seconds. My mother and Sierra in her Camry and Ted, Marie and I in his Camry, we all made our way back to our town.

Except, my mom called whining about the red lights to my stepdad. She's so melodramatic and it's not like we can do anything about it. We're not traffic control, I don't know what to tell you.

Fireworks of differentiating colors and shapes lit up the nights sky on our way. Though it was slightly slower than teds friend anticipated, he was right on about it being the scenic route. I think that's all that matters.

When we got home, I was so relieved. Sierra gave me her old "boot" which she got after tearing a ligament in her foot or something all those months before. As of now it's helping. Of course I'm writing this like a week past the events and it's hard to remember details but that doesn't matter.

I was so glad to be able to sleep in my own bed with my own comforter with my music playing.