Save me from myself.

August 24th

       

I guess I'm still a little in shock of what happened when I got home last night, that I forgot to write down every delicious detail.

I had ringlets (our school show choir) last night so naturally, I stayed after school. I had an amazing practice, our set list this year consist of "my shot" from the new musical Hamilton, which I absolutely adore. I Immediately started fantasizing and running the first few lines of the rap, after the announcement of the first song that I forgot to listen to the other song selections we were doing... whoops. I might of even lost my harmony part for a second, but hey what do you expect from a soprano that was switched to an alto because "we needed more harmony" yeah and I need a boyfriend... it's not going to happen! That's like asking a mute person to give a two-hour long speech! Sorry! I'm still a little hostile from that whole scenario.

After practice my step dad picked me up; and we had the most heartfelt conversation...

"Where's mom?"

"Nice to see you too."

"where's mom?" Did I stutter? He always does this thing where if he knows your annoyed with him he feeds off of it.

" Do you love me? come on say you love me." he said in his over expressive, annoying, and oddly mocking voice.

" I love you." it's easier to just agree with him; rather than beat around the bush.

" She is at home." Well no shit she is at home. Why isn't she here picking me up from practice like she does every night?

" Yeah I kind of figured. What is she doing that she couldn't pick me up tonight?" I know I sound like an average teenager, but the truth is my mom is my rock. She is the only one in my family that supports me completely with my performing arts. Or I guess she's the only one that doesn't laugh at me behind my back because of the old chestnut " You will never be a star... you're from New Jersey, and your talent is equal to a rock... after it gets ground up and turned into cement. "That's not an old chestnut?  Huh, well it's been embedded in my head since I was six. 

Jerry just shook his head. " Her lupus is acting up; she's sleeping..." Cue a zoned outlook "Uh yeah she's fine."

"That's real convincing coming from the most worried man of the year." I followed up by imitating his far off look. I was hoping it would avoid any confusion he may have. I wouldn't want him to think I wasn't mocking him... I definitely was.

" No she is; I promise... I just had a wondering mind for a second. Do you want any ice cream or something?" Why was he being so nice?

" No I'm good let's just go home." He shook his head in approval, and answered his phone, finally, after what seemed like a half an hour of ringing. He was muttering very softly, but I had my headphones on, and frankly I didn't care what him and his buddies were talking about. I have only listened in on his golf friends' conversations once. It was a lot of me cringing at the fifty-year-old "slang" they used, and I never knew that a group of friends could be so boring. The only thing they talk about is the golf scores they get in the golf league they go to every Wednesday. 

" Yeah I know if he doesn't step it up we are going to lose the league this year... Maybe we should... No go ahead" awkward silence and then he got another phone call. " Hey can I call you back I'm getting another call." Now I was interested. "Hey baby." (Puke) cue the headphones that went back on my ears and the volume as loud as it could go...And 5 minutes later. "ok." We came to our street and he all the sudden, and on purpose turned the other way. What the Hell?

"What are you doing?" I mouthed to him, because he was still on the phone.

"Okay bye." click. "You're going to your grandma's house for a while."