The Days Of Kelsea's

(8) Kelsea - Sunday 12th August, 12.23 a.m., On the bus

(8) Kelsea - Sunday 12th August, 12.23 a.m., On the bus

On the way to Gram’s. It’s the fair today and Demi is going with Maycee and Sienna. No offence to those girls but they get on my nerves. At least Demi’s okay with them though, or she’d be begging me to go. And I don’t want to go to that fair filled with every kid in the town running around like wild animals. Demi’s acting as if nothing bad happened with Adrian Pine. I have to act that way too.

Besides, I got my revenge on him. It was at cross country yesterday. Far from the teacher, he came running towards me, probably hoping for a kiss. I kneed him right in the most painful face. Oh yeah, that’s how badass I am! It felt so good. And Demi bought me a chocolate milkshake at lunch for it.
So . . .
RESULT!
Looks like we’re moving on.

But I’m looking forward to seeing Gram today. It might be like the old times. A bit of baking, a walk in the fields with the horses. A heart to heart chat.

Gram always makes me feel better.

But dad wasn’t too happy when I was found asleep on the kitchen table surrounded by Leo’s cookie jar. Thank God Gillian didn’t see my diary, but I think she really wanted to, the way she kept eyeing it as she cleaned up the Oreo crumbs on the table. Dad told me I was a trouble maker. Leo, being the snotty little five year old he is, just cried and glared at me with watery eyes.

Why does everyone I go to for company turn me away? Shouldn’t dad be happy that I want to hang around his place more than my mum’s?

I had to bite my lip when he exclaimed, “Kelsea, you don’t belong here!”

 I just yelled then, “I’m YOUR child! Your first one! How do you think it feels like to know that mine and Lucy’s births was a mistake to you? I’m never coming here again!”
And I’m gonna keep my word. I don’t like people who don’t want me.

After I ran out of the house and ran down to the bus stop I was waiting for one of them to run after me. usually when I go out on a rage, it’s Gillian that rushes after me. Her. The ‘peacemaker’. Yeah, right. The woman is secretly a witch. And Leo just cries when I shout. Stupid-baby-wimp-half-brother.

So I spent most of yesterday in town, window shopping. I anted to call Demi. But as I stared at  her number on my phone I realised I wasn’t in the mood.

Oh, God. After reading that sentence, I have only one thing to say; “What type of bitch am I?”

I got home at six. Due to my absence I had about twelve missed calls from mum. Lucy was sat at the table with her books.

She looked pale. As if she’d faint any second. The words she first sleepily uttered were, “Mum’s out to kill you.”

I ignored her. Went over to the sink. Got some water.

“Where you at dad’s?” she continued. I remember. “Don’t you get that he doesn’t want you there? He loves snivelly little Leo more than us, Kels.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your maths? What’s it there for if in front of you if you’re not doing it, Luce?” I turned away from her, to face out the window.

I didn’t wait for a reply. I strolled out, up to my room.

Then I fell asleep, because, well. Sleeping on the kitchen table at dad’s wasn’t comfortable the night before.

Write soon,
Kelsea x