Ok, so I need someplace I can turn to for help with this.
I've had a really bad few months. Back in September, my dog died, and in October, I had an audition for a play (that happened six weeks ago now) and met some really bad people. One is still pestering me so much she's one of the worst people in my latest story. Around that time, my mother started acting wierd. She couldn't remember our phone number or my age.She couldn't remember our vacations,either. Then she started to say wierd things. Said my brother was going away. (He's only seven.) Said something was happening to me. Said we were moving to the city in an alley. Then she said my father was a stuck-up jerk and that she was leaving him. She even threatened to hit him once. Me and my brother could hear her screaming at night. She also slept a lot too. Me and my dad and my brother had to scream at the top of our lungs, bang pans, shake her, shoot mixtures of things in the kitchen in her mouth, and yell horrible songs to get her to wake up. some nights there'd be a parade around her, making quite a ruckus. She also had two seizures around Christmas. Then she woke up one morning and told us we were turning into bears. That was it. My dad took her to the hospital, and they found the the cancer in her brain. She had to have a bunch of shots and surgery and radiation and chemo to keep the cancer from growing and killing her. Even now, we're not sure if the dang thing is gone and she still can't drive, not to mention she lost all her hair and people make fun of her.
And now I can't keep the chicks I'm hatching. I have a huge petition but progress is slow. What the heck were we supposed to do, find some land and a house and move?
Here's the problem: There's someone at school whose dog died, and even that was overshadowed because of his baby sister's arrival. No matter. He thinks he's so special and he can do whatever he wants. He curses in the bus and threatens people, complains at least 50 times every day (An occasional complaint? Okay. Screaming them at the top of your lungs 7 times a freaking hour? Not.), and throws pitchfits every time he has homework or something doesn't go his way. And he says I get what I want by crying because of the one time I was mad because I couldn't get ice cream and the teacher allowed me to take it upstairs so I could get it. But did I scream or throw things or cuss or threaten anyone or talk back rudely to an adult when that happened? I don't think so. And he makes fun of me because I like chickens and invented hand symbols for different letters. Really, he's just jealous because he knows he's not creative enough to come up with something like that. And I'm thinking of taking a picture of battery caged hens and saying, "These are the hens that lay your breakfast."
And he reminds me of Ebony all the time, but then yells and cries when I remind him of his dog. And when we play flag football in gym, he calls me an ecomaniac because I took his flag off, and then breaks my freakin' finger. And then says behind my back "We so crushed her and her stupid little team," and then when I turn around and take his flag off, rips straight into me. Come on! Not to mention the incident a few days ago where he told my friend to shut the !@%$^&*& up, and she repeated it to tell on him. And then when he was told to go back to his seat, he kept screaming, "She said it too!" And then threw is work and said, "I'm not doing this stupid work! And you better not make me do it for homework either!" And the worst part: EVERYONE TAKES PITY ON HIM! All the girls love him and think I'm nutty because I don't! Really, we took up play weddings a while ago, and they scheduled me to marry him, and one girl went around announcing it, and I held her back and tried to veer her back to her seat. All the kids laughed. One girl looked like the world came to an end. She likes him so much, she does anything he asks (or tells her to, he never really asks anybody anything). She bought him ICE CREAM when she had none herself! And they got to cut the whole line!! WTHECK?!?!?!?!?!?
Let's move on to how I'm treated: Totally disrespected. Made fun of by everyone. There's a really dumb song that reminds me of my dog that they like. I ask them kindly to stop, and they say "You're not the boss of me!" or "Get over it!" And when we watched a movie on Friday, there was a dog that we thought died and I was sad, and I was told "stop it!" "get over it!" "see, what a bleeding heart." COME ON!
My rant isn't so much because I want to be treated like him, but because it outrages me that anyone would be treated like that! The "me" section was a whole nother set of outrage!
[switching the rant switch to "off"]
I've had a really bad few months. Back in September, my dog died, and in October, I had an audition for a play (that happened six weeks ago now) and met some really bad people. One is still pestering me so much she's one of the worst people in my latest story. Around that time, my mother started acting wierd. She couldn't remember our phone number or my age.She couldn't remember our vacations,either. Then she started to say wierd things. Said my brother was going away. (He's only seven.) Said something was happening to me. Said we were moving to the city in an alley. Then she said my father was a stuck-up jerk and that she was leaving him. She even threatened to hit him once. Me and my brother could hear her screaming at night. She also slept a lot too. Me and my dad and my brother had to scream at the top of our lungs, bang pans, shake her, shoot mixtures of things in the kitchen in her mouth, and yell horrible songs to get her to wake up. some nights there'd be a parade around her, making quite a ruckus. She also had two seizures around Christmas. Then she woke up one morning and told us we were turning into bears. That was it. My dad took her to the hospital, and they found the the cancer in her brain. She had to have a bunch of shots and surgery and radiation and chemo to keep the cancer from growing and killing her. Even now, we're not sure if the dang thing is gone and she still can't drive, not to mention she lost all her hair and people make fun of her.
Here's the problem: There's someone at school whose dog died, and even that was overshadowed because of his baby sister's arrival. No matter. He thinks he's so special and he can do whatever he wants. He curses in the bus and threatens people, complains at least 50 times every day (An occasional complaint? Okay. Screaming them at the top of your lungs 7 times a freaking hour? Not.), and throws pitchfits every time he has homework or something doesn't go his way. And he says I get what I want by crying because of the one time I was mad because I couldn't get ice cream and the teacher allowed me to take it upstairs so I could get it. But did I scream or throw things or cuss or threaten anyone or talk back rudely to an adult when that happened? I don't think so. And he makes fun of me because I like chickens and invented hand symbols for different letters. Really, he's just jealous because he knows he's not creative enough to come up with something like that. And I'm thinking of taking a picture of battery caged hens and saying, "These are the hens that lay your breakfast."
Let's move on to how I'm treated: Totally disrespected. Made fun of by everyone. There's a really dumb song that reminds me of my dog that they like. I ask them kindly to stop, and they say "You're not the boss of me!" or "Get over it!" And when we watched a movie on Friday, there was a dog that we thought died and I was sad, and I was told "stop it!" "get over it!" "see, what a bleeding heart." COME ON!
My rant isn't so much because I want to be treated like him, but because it outrages me that anyone would be treated like that! The "me" section was a whole nother set of outrage!
[switching the rant switch to "off"]
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