I'm sorry, I just had to stop the forum for my silly complaints. As most of you know, my mother has Grade 2 cancer in her brain. Her memory was completely blacked out from about May to February. She couldn't remember anything with a number in it-like Social Security numbers, phone numbers, and ages. She had lost complete memory of our likes & dislikes, so for Christmas she bought me 2 packs of playdough and a rhinestone machine. My dad brought me pretty good gifts, but apparently my mother told Santa I'd been bad. I got pretty mad because I spent 20 STINKIN' DOLLARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...... which is a small fortune to me on her gift.On SALE! And I don't think that was the only thing I bought her, plus other family members, so the total was like $120. And she spent less than....what, $100 on her two kids and husband combined? And thirty dollars on her MIL? (whom is by no means a bad person, treats her like her own daughter, but traditionally you spend more on your children, right?) She was taken to the hospital on January 18, 2010, after waking up and yelling we were going to turn into bears. It was cleared she had a tumor a few days later, and she had her surgery the following Friday. Turns out the tumor was in the center of her brain, so they couldn't cut it out. They put a shunt (a tube to drain out the fluid) in her skull, which relieved the pressure in her brain, so she stopped saying crazy things except for the occasional. Nothing for a month now. All this was very hard on me. I didn't want to go to school and found it harder to pay attention in class and do homework. Kids started to make fun of me for my mother's tumor and wanting to keep chickens (I said I was going to keep about sixty, I have no idea why, but now I have two pet birds.) All this in the middle of rehearsing for a play. My mom once tried to walk me to school to get to rehearsal in 2 feet of fresh snow. My dad had to rescue us. I was facing my own problems there too. I got a part where someone about a year older gave me flowers and chocolates. Luckily, I lived through that, and we performed the play in april. The curve ball came in June, where the same person who gave me the stupid flowers (I STILL can't look at yellow flowers) trashed three classroom with glue and markers and tried to poison a good 40 people with Purell. We're not sure if he was alone because we saw three people running down the hallway away from our classroom after our water bottles were apparently poisoned. There was someone laying on the floor, I'm not sure who she was, but she was fine.I don't know if she was sick with the Purell water or trying to hide because she had something to do with it. Now, while the play was going on lots of girls were mad at me because of the part I had. They were trying to get back at me by saying that I helped him!!!! WTHECK?!?!?!?!?!??!? ~My close friends study in the classroom that were trashed. ~MY water bottle smelled like something was in it. ~anyone with a pair of eyes could figure out I was in the lunchroom when that happened. Everyone started exaggerating everything I did. We were playing flag football and I stepped on someone's foot. He yelled that I'd punched him in the nose and kicked him and tackled him before I could even say sorry. Other people,too, started saying I was brutal in flag football. Some people even fell down right before I took their flag off and claimed it was a tackle. Even added some whimpering into it. Then they almost broke my finger by bending it back. My finger still isn't quite right. We played games at recess where someone yelled about eating chicken or the school play and I ran after them. Some people tried to say i was beating them up. It's called a game. Two girls at school were mean to me because they were so organized and focused. One day I hid one of their violin cases for a joke. I gave it back and said sorry, but she still made sure I never forgot that. Every teacher had always thought i was nice, so those two and many more did everything they could to make them believe I was a horrid brat. I can't name how many special treats they tried to get me out of. Never worked though, but then they yelled in my face that the teacher was taking pity on me because of the cancer, then explained "the cancer is no excuse for this behavior. At least make sure she doesn't get to go outside with us." Never worked. When I truly knew I'd screwed up, I apoligized. They were still mad that I didn't get detention or something. I'm going back to school in a week and am trying to figure out: how do I keep this from happening again? How do I erase everything that happened and start over? Furthermore, this might be my last year in the district- we might move to New Jersey What don't these people understand? You may now return to regular forum discussion. I hope I didn't provide too much information.