Earlier today, my mother decided to clean out her closet. Among going through old clothes and things, she found a basket filled with random little notes and letters from Me and Emily to her and Dad. There were the usual "I love you mom" and "Happy mothers day" notes, and how they were the best parents in the world. There was also a note from me, which she let me read.
It was about two pages long. As soon as she gave it to me, the words I HATE MY FAMILY popped out, as they were written rather darkly. Laughing, I read the note. Basically, it told them of how because they weren't letting me take one of the FCE (Family Consumer Ed) I wanted to take. Apparently, my eigth grade, thirteen year old self thought that we didn't have a good enough family to know what one was like. I also mentioned that they didn't like my "only friend" and she was the only person that cared about me.
All of my accusations were, of course, false. The person I said was my "best friend" is someone I recall not even really liking, but hung out with because my other friends hung out with her. My family does and did care about me, and I really doubt FCE could teach anything about what being a family is. But I'm glad I wrote the note, because it was a great laugh!
Later today, Emily and James came over. We played some Mario Kart, which I was winning until TJ so kindly joined and then the stupid spiked blue turtle shell became my constant downfall. Also, it snowed YAY!!!! which unfortunately turned to sleet. I am quite enjoying the thunder and lighting right now though. I miss thunderstorms.
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