It's National Hate Caitlin week
I know, it sounds harsh, but it's so true. When I have more time, I'll give you a full account. But for now, feel free to throw any insults, threats, or really anything mean you can think of. For one week only, let the bashing begin.Monday
So Monday started out with a bang. I got to school and Amber asks me if I want to go to Concordia's prom. It's on the same day as ours so that creates two problems. One: I'd have to tell Ethan I wasn't going with him to this one. and Two: I'd have to convince Mom. The first problem was not going to be too hard to solve, I had already decided that I didn't want to go to prom with Ethan anyway. He's been acting weird and just being mean for a while now. The second problem would have to wait till I got home. Anyway... I tell Amber to let me think about it for awhile. I catch her in the hallway after third hour and she tells me that things are off and running. Ethan drilled her throughout that hour about me and now he is royally pissed at me. So great. My third hour was filled with insults and threats from Mark, so I wasn't looking forward to this whole blowup. It doesn't take long for Hattie and Marci to find out. So Marci spends track practice telling me to come to our prom and all this stuff. She held back a little because Hattie had told her about the Ethan thing. I was so happy to get out of that school at the end of the day.
When I got home, I had a message on my phone from Ethan saying he wants to talk to me and do something on my birthday. By the way, he left this message at a time he knew I wouldn't be able to answer my phone so he didn't have to talk directly to me. Yea, like I'm going to want to spend my birthday with a guy whose been a jerk to me for I don't know how long. I delete the message (I know, immature, but I'd had enough for the day) and go to talk to Mom about Concordia. She flat out says no because she doesn't know these people and doesn't want me to go up to Concordia to a house to sleep for a while before coming back home after prom. That got ugly. Amber called and I told her I couldn't go. I went to my room and called Diego. He has this amazing ability to cheer me up without knowing he's doing it.
Tuesday
And we're back. I had pretty much decided that I wasn't going to this prom anyway. It took Ethan about 3 seconds to decide to go with Franzi to prom. I don't want to be there if I'm going to have to deal with him all night long. I get the evil glares (and sometimes just really uncomfortable stares) from him all day long. In band, he talks with Kammie and I see a glimmer of hope. Yes! Maybe now he'll be occupied with her and will finally leave me alone! No such luck. He asks Taellor later if I saw and if I was jealous. Of course he's still mad at me and I get a repeat of yesterday. I've got absolutely no defense against Mark, Colton, and Clint in Chemistry.
I get a note in 6th hour telling me to call my Mom. So I figured it was about this blog. I was mad at her, but that's not why I wrote this entry. I don't get a chance to call her back until between 7th and 8th hour in the back door of the lockerroom. I was about to when an alarm went off in the school. So I walked back in thinking it was a tornado drill. But I was about halfway through the lockerroom when I realized it was a fire drill and I had to walk all the way around out the front doors in the commons area. When that was finally over, I called her back. She told me that I could now go to Concordia's prom because she knows my date's dad. I was in a bad mood because of all the crap that had been going on during the day, so I really only half realized what she meant. I caught Amber after school and told her the news. After play practice, I stopped at her house and talked to them for awile. She tells me that Ethan paid her money for information about me. Now I'm just kinda freaked out.
Wednesday
Today was a lot of the same stuff that happened on Monday and Tuesday. But now my already small group of support is steadily losing followers. Marci won't talk to me, I get the feeling that the rest of them aren't too pleased either.
Thursday
I've explained this in the next post, but it was basically the same. My friends are mad at me, Ethan is freaking me out, and I can't seem to catch much of a break. I had small victories, though.
Friday
So I'll skip through to after lunch. Fifth hour, Kyler is back from his cruise. For some reason, I think if he had been here all week, I wouldn't have taken so much crap during Chemistry. Either that or I would have had twice as much. Marci is now so mad at me that I can't stand being around her. Hurdle practice is tense, but I got to run through quite a few times. Bridgett, my coach, helps me improve my approach on the high jump mat, and that really lifts my spirits. I may have a chance at jumping a relatively normal height on Tuesday. After track, I get chewed out in the lockerroom by Marci. She is mad because she wants me to come to this prom and she also happens to hate the people I'm going to Concordia's with. She also thinks I'm being stupid because--"he won't bother you during prom" Bull. He follows my group of friends around and she knows he won't leave me alone and will want to dance with me even though he's there with Franzi.
After play practice, I'm taking Dana home, and we realize there are people in the middle of the highway just after the bridge. We turn around because it's my friend Sam. She hit a deer and totaled her car. No ones hurt, but she just got her car back out of the shop and can't fix it again. Dana ends up calling the police for her. It seems like everyone in Olsburg shows up before the cop can get there. But the best part is when the cop gets there, he lights a cigarette. There's something leaking out of her car, and he walks over and lights a cigarette! They sent the smartest cop on the force.


6 Comments:
I love you girl!
OK I know it is national HC week, but I need you to call me about your Concordia thing asap. Turns out I might have an answer.
you have red hair! Ha!
today is your birthday
happy birthday
yea my birthday!!
you should blog about it or something
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