July 2012
Finally I am done being in this prison cell until September! You might be confused about my remark about the "prison cell.” Am I correct? I am referring to school, and how we sit in stupid classrooms for 6 hours a day, 5 times a week; but I'll stop my complaining.
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I pull into Zachary's daycare center, and pick him up. I buckle him into his car seat and continue driving.
Actually, I am not done complaining… I hate that my mother doesn't make Ian, and Regan take the bus. Ian is ten and Regan is six. I'm almost positive that they can handle getting on and off of a school bus. Zachary will be 3 years old soon. Therefore, I need to pick him up. They wear me out, with all of their fighting, and screaming in the back seat.
"Hey, guys, please stop screaming and fighting!... I'm trying to drive," I shout in the car. Clearly they are ignoring me because they continue fighting about some stupid electronic.
As I continue driving, I am overjoyed at the thought that I only have one more year of driving my sister and brothers around. Don't get me wrong I love my siblings so much. I mean, our family is a tight knit family, but I would like to not drive them once in awhile. At least I'm going to see my boyfriend, Jared. I couldn’t be more thrilled.
Today is our third month anniversary—yes, I keep count. I remember when Jared and I met as camp councilors over April vacation at Camp Walsh. We only live 20 minutes away from each other and we hang out five times a week. Jared is going to college next year for mechanics, and I am so lucky that he's around. I pull into my driveway to find my mother's boyfriends car parked in my parking spot…again..
"Oh, here they are," mom declared. All of my siblings give her and her boyfriend hugs.
Yeah…”that” boyfriend. I’ve been skeptical of him since he first showed up. The man’s name is Carl. I loathe him strongly for some reason. It's not like he's mean to my family; he just gives off a bad vibe. Also, maybe it's because I lost my father in the summer of sophomore year of high school. He died unexpectedly when Zack was only one years old. Anyways… I hear a car engine in the driveway turn off, and I run outside to find that Jared just shut his car door.
"Hey babe, last day of school! Aren't you excited!?" he cries.
" Yes I am so excited…One more year to go!"
I run to Jared and he picks me up and we kiss. Mom calls us inside so she can talk to us. Jared and Carl barley glance at each other.
Oh, I forgot to mention something important. Jared is Carl's step son. They live together because Jared's mother died, so it's super confusing and messed up. Jared and Carl do not like each other very much, and Jared doesn't talk to Carl unless he needs to. Carl and Jared's mom also have a three year old daughter named Destiny who Jared adores. Destiny is the only reason why Jared is still living at the house with Carl, and putting up with him.
We all move into the living room, and mom looks like she has big news.
"I asked your mother's hand in marriage," Carl tells us. No one else sees it, but I catch a short smirk move across his face.
We are in shock, and I will speak for myself. I am appalled that he even said that. I hate this man. I want to jump off the couch and attack him. I turn to my mom.
"So what did you say?” I ask her. I try to hide my scowl, but I can hear it in my voice.
" I said yes," she replies flatly, but looking at me as if her answer should be obvious.
