Closer To The Edge

THERE'S ONE THING I HATE MOST:  Living in a household full of guys, and being the only girl. First of all, boys never put the seat up before peeing, so I always have to wipe the seat. It's disgusting. I'm the only one in the house who actually cleans up. It's hard to do that when I have my principal at my side always nagging that I don't try hard enough, my friends complaining that we never hang out anymore, and my crush, Blake, thinking I'm avoiding him.

 Plus, everyday when I come home, my brothers are always blasting either Queen or 30 Seconds to Mars out of the stereo. Different choices of music, I know. Hey, I mean, I'm not complaining. I like that kind of music, but hearing it every time I get home from school is kind of annoying. Especially when I bring friends home from school when my brothers are blasting Queen. One time, I had my best friend Grace over at the house for the first time, and my brother, Vince, was playing Who Wants To Live Forever by Queen on the stereo, up as high as the volume would go. I could have swore Grace was about to say, "Um, you do live in the seventies, or something?" but instead she started dancing. That's how I knew we were going to be best friends.

Ever since then, we've been inseperable. Me and her go together like peanut butter and jelly, ice and water, Catherine Sandwater and Dameon Tuppet from school, and, according to my brother eldest brother Derrick, pickles and peanut butter. I've tried to tell Derrick that pickles and peanut butter did not go together, and never would, but once I actually tried it, I kind of liked it. Just like today at school, I told Grace she just had to try it. She thought I was crazy.

Then I told her it was Derrick's favorite thing to snack on, and I've been known to eat quickly, but that minute I told Grace It was Derricks favorite food? She inhaled that thing like she hadn't eating in weeks. Now she eats it all the time when she's at my place and I have it out.

Only because Derrick does, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is I actually got Grace to eat something. I've never done that before. I should use the It's-Derrick's-favorite-food trick again. Any other time I try to get her to eat something I like, she wont. She is one of those people who stick to certain foods. The kind of people who go out to fast food joints and always order the same thing, never getting sick of it. Me, on the other hand, am nothing like that. I always have to have something different. Ordering the same exact thing over and over again would kill me.

When Mom lived with us, she would do the same thing Grace does. Order the same thing. Speaking of Mom, she's not my favorite subject to talk about, okay? I'll tell you her story anyway. When I was around eight years old, my family was at their worse. The school my Dad taught at was shutting down, Dad's sister passed away, Derrick was getting in fights at school, and everything was just going downhill. While everyone except Mom was having terrible, stressful time, Mom was off dating this rich business man. So stereotypical, right?

When we were just about to crash down, Mom just had  to run off with the business man. I'm guessing she felt bad, because a month or two later, we got over fifteen thousand dollars from her. We still haven't heard from her since. No surprise there.