Okay, so my parents are divorced. I spend most of my time at my dad's house in Oregon, because that's where I go to school, and I'll sometimes visit my mother in St. Louis, Missouri. My parents refuse to contact eachother for anything and my uncle Ken is in charge of transportation from house to house because my parents refuse to talk about eachother and their existance. It's very annoying, because I couldn't get ahold of either of them a lot because they both work. Another problem I face is that my uncle Ken who is basically the messenger, hates my guts. Literally when my parents had first divorced, I had stayed at his house in Washington DC, and he would literally get into arguements with me for the sake of arguing. One time we literally argued over my hair that I had dyed a few months before. He hadn't said anything before, until one day he just walked in and said
"Avery, I think purple looks really bad on you."
He said that to my face. I specifically remembered saying
"Okay. I don't really care."
Because wtf man don't just say that to anyone. Boi. He kicked the stool I was sitting on and said
"Well you should care because boys don't like girls with purple hair."
This was before I had come out as Bisexual, and I just shrugged and replied with another
"Okay, I don't really care."
And after a few outs arguing over the specific shade of purple I had Kool Aid Dyed with my mom, I finally got to leave for the airport and go to St. Louis with my mom. I spent my first year at this Christian School in the suburbs. It was awful. There were these two twins in my year who were really kind, Hannah and Rylie, who I was friends with. This was the time of the silly band fad, and my school prohibited over three bands per arm. The school's abnormally strict dress code and shitty teachers finally launched me out of there to the lovely public school in Oregon that I go to now!
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idk why anybody would read this.. it doesn't really matter. It's basically me shitting on my old school and my uncle ken
fuck you ken.
