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Chapter 7

I'm seriously crying right now. As I write this, I'm crying, and I just need to say this somewhere, and that's what this book is for.

It's just a bad day. Not nearly as bad as some, and it seems very stupid to me that I'm crying about it, but I am. And I hate it. My sister's a huge jerk, and she actually knows it and doesn't care. If she does anything to me, and I do the tiniest thing back to her, she starts yelling at me, making a huge deal about it, and threatening me. And our parents don't care. She could get away with anything. Even if I tell them, they won't do anything about it.

She trips me, and I ACCIDENTALLY scratch her arm a small bit, she tells our parents and yells about it, bringing it up whenever possible. But this didn't happen today.

She grabs my phone, puts it on the floor, and kicks it. I then talk to her the tiniest bit rudely, and she starts yelling at me, telling me to give her my phone and that I couldn't use her Spotify Premium (which she doesn't even pay for). This did happen today.

I just...why? I'm still crying and I still hate myself for it because today wasn't even one of the worst days I've had. It's nowhere near one of the worst.

And that's not all that happened today. During Gym today, we did the Pacer Gram Fitness Test (or Fitness Gram Pacer Test, I forgot) and when we were done, I was very out of breath. So that started it. My breaths were a bit staggered as I tried to catch my breath (like everyone's when they're out of breath). We went into the locker rooms to change out of our gym clothes. In the locker room, there are at least three signs saying not to spray perfume because of people with asthma and allergies. Now, I don't have asthma and I don't have any allergies (especially to perfume), but whenever there's a lot of perfume around, or someone's actually spraying it around me, it gets kinda hard to breath properly. So a couple girls were spraying their perfume (quite a bit of perfume) and I just couldn't breathe very well until we left the locker rooms to walk to my next class. And still, my throat hurt from running so much and trying to keep breathing regularly while running, and the girls who had been spraying the perfume had a couple classes with me after that. So for about an hour afterwards, there was this very small and nagging feeling that the perfume was still there and I'm just glad it didn't mess me up again.

But, yeah. Then I come home, only minutes later does she grabs my phone, put it on the floor, and kick it. I'm just glad it didn't break at all, because it's not like someone would actually make her pay for it. And then I talk to her the tiniest bit rudely and she starts yelling at me, telling me to give her my phone, and saying I was banned from using her Spotify Premium account. When SHE'S the one who kicked MY PHONE and didn't apologize. And just...it's a bad day. Not as bad as some, and I still hate myself for crying about it when it wasn't nearly as bad as some, but it was a bad day. And I'm just glad I have this book to write stuff in, or I think I'd explode. So, bye.