Friday September 20th 3:01 P.M EST, Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania
THANK GOODNESS THIS HORRID DAY OF SCHOOL IS OVER!!!
I think I had a minimum of 3 hours of sleep last night, it was absolutely miserable and painful. For some not known reason, I could not shut my eyes and sleep last night, so the side effects of not sleeping to my minimum amount really took full force on me today. I hopped into my mothers Pontiac and we drove off to my house. In about a couple of minutes she will keep interrogating me about the 7 hours (I'm like 80.5% sure we go to school for 7 hours) I had of this dreadful educational establishment and all I say is "It was good". According to the calendar, it is Friday. On Fridays I go with my dad until Sunday (basically weekends) and then the whole cycle starts over again. My dad and I have not been getting along that well lately. My dad is re-married to a girl named Janie (step-mother) and also has a daughter with her (my half-sister), Alicia. Janie also has a daughter named Isabelle, who I do not always get along with. Of course I have been trying to settle my differences with my father and the rest of my family, but you know it's not always a snap of a finger to clear all your problems. You know trying to settle a disagreement always starts another one and then everyone hates eachother more and....yeah it basically is a formula of disaster. My dad has been excited all week to go on a fishing trip up somewhere in New York. Trust me, I am not thrilled on going on a fishing trip, especially without a boat.
Friday September 20th 5:03 P.M EST White Horse, New Jersey
I am almost at my dad's house in Trenton, New Jersey. We have ceased communication in my dad's Armada vehicle.
Friday September 20th 5:20 P.M EST Trenton, New Jersey
we arrive at my father's house in Trenton, New Jersey. I take in my bags and things. As soon as I walk into the door, I sea my overweight tuxedo cat Talia strut across the hallway and I see my step-sister Isabelle lunge at me and hug me. (Yeah in a bit you'll see why we disagree sometimes)
"Cmon Leroy lets go dance!" Oh my lord. Isabelle always wants to dance Jazz and it is very annoying. She always wants to make me dance to, and well I am not a good dancer at all. "Ugh...Please not right now Isabelle I just kind of want to relax" Thats all i really can think to say at this very moment
