The Crazy, Mixed-up Life of Your Not-So-Average Teenage Girl

Friday Morning

The morning I’ve been dreading for months is here. I roll over and look at my clock

8:19

Ummmmm okayyyyyyy…….

What the heck?

Why hadn’t my mom come to wake me up?

I jump out of bed and quickly change. Throw my pajamas and my one sock in the hamper. I quickly run down the stairs.

And trip.

Of course. Only me people. Only me.

I rush into my bathroom and it of course takes me 20 minutes to put my contacts in……. I got them yesterday so it would understandable take me a while. I finish putting on my make-up and I run into my kitchen and say to my mom, “MOM, WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME UP?!?!?!”

She replied, “It’s the last day of school, Grace. I figured why not let you sleep in a little.”

“Mom, this is the last day I will get to see my friends like…. ever.”

“Ok then get in the car and we’ll go.”

As we pull into the school parking lot we see on the announcement board ‘AWARDS TODAY’

*sigh* I hated awards. I always have. All you do is sit around all day and listen to the whole school get their names called out. I’m not exaggerating either. We sat there for 2 hours last time.

I only got one ribbon.

As I was running up with my brother but I then slowed to a walk and then stopped completely. My mom asked, “Grace, what’s wrong?”

I refuse to face her because I have tears in my eyes and I don’t want her to see me crying.

I reply, “Mom, do I have to go today?................ because I don’t want to sit through awards all day.”

My mom says, “Well, I don’t see why not. It’s the last day of school and a half day and you’re already late.”

“Okay. I’ll wait in the car while you sign Josh in.” I turn around and make sure I walk in a way where my hair covers my face so my mom won’t see my tear stained face.

As soon as I see her disappear through the doors I burst into tears. I just keep sobbing and sobbing and sobbing. After I’ve been crying for about 7 minutes I wonder what’s taking my mom so long. I then realize she could come back any minute I quickly dry my tears.

I know some of you may be wondering why I refuse to let ANYONE see me cry. It’s because in my opinion crying is weakness. And weakness makes people think your, well…. weak. And if someone thinks your weak they will try to take advantage of you. So that’s why I won’t let anyone see me cry. That and I don’t want people’s pity.

She comes back and hops in the car and we drive off.