9:34 pm

[Step-Mother] thinks I knew I wasn’t supposed to go on the trip and no matter what I say she thinks it’s a lie.  She thinks I planned this whole thing.  Yeah, like I’m that smart.  Somehow she also found out that Erica was with me in LA.  She won’t tell me who told her but I know enough to know that they think I spent two weeks with her when it was only actually one week.  So she kicked me out as soon as I graduate.  I almost feel like this is some excuse to get me to leave.  I want to get out of here before that though ’cause I can’t stand much more suspicion or mistrust.  [Step-Mother] really doesn’t like me and I don’t want to put a cramp in her style.  I talked to my mom yesterday – she wants me to live with her come graduation.  Maybe (I hope) she and DJ and Chris can pool their money together for an apartment for me here for a couple, three months.  So right when Erica got home from work, she called me – Amy said maybe I ran away so Erica was worried.  This really isn’t fair for everything to be hitting the fan now, all at once.  Got to get to get to bed for my beauty rest.

Tags: Diary, disaster, words count

Categories: Diary

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