Mom and Dad left earlier. Angry at me. Not because of me nagging them to leave (though that was probably a contributing factor), it was because I posted that they were leaving on Twitter. What was I supposed to do? Everyone thought they were dead so I had to tell people. My parents almost kept Garrett from the house for this, but of course they had to let him come just in case. When Garrett got here, he had a bloody nose. I asked him what happened and he pointed outside. Apparently, kids saw the paparazzi, then saw Garrett coming to this house, and they punched him. I balled my fists, I was so angry that I felt that I could spit fire! They had no right to lay their hands on my friend! Against Garrett's wishes, I got on my jacket and walked outside. They watched me walk from the house, and sauntered over. I forgot my hat, so they saw my bald head. One of the guys pushed me to the ground, and the others pulled my jacket from me. They started kicking me in the stomach and my side. I saw Garrett being shoved to the ground, and then he ran for the house shouting: "I'll call your parents!". I tried to tell him to stop but my lips were swollen, and I needed my parents. After about 5 minutes, I saw my parents car drive up. The kids scattered except the biggest one, who I assumed was the leader, he kicked me in the face one last time and said; "Don't mess with the street kids!". Everything went black.
I will not be posting next Tuesday because I'm going on vacation. But I will update on Tuesday July, 18th. Until we meet next; Goodbye!~Missrynn
