I still don't really get why we have to go on this stupid trip. I mean come on, the least mom could do is take us to Wonderland or Disney World or something. But no, we gotta go on this stupid cruise to some deserted old island for like 3 weeks. 3 weeks wasted of summer, that is. Ugh! I climb up onto the ship, actually, it's Dave's yacht. Dave is my mom's boyfriend and apparently he's rich. Which is probably why he's a jerk. Or at least when mom's not around. When she is, he's like this super nice dorky fool, trying to make an impression on my mom. I would way rather be at home with Sara and Sheila and Becky. Mom tries to convince me now, "It'll be fun, Annabelle! Relax and enjoy yourself!". I remind her to call me Anna, not Annabelle. Taylor slaps me on the head.
"Be nice to mom, Anna!" Taylor yells.
Dawn, Bryan, and Chase come up behind me.
"Hey sis!' Dawn yells.
"Don't call me 'sis', I am not your sister!" I scream.
Dawn and Bryan flinch and run away squealing and crying. Stupid 8-year-olds. Dawn and Bryan are Dave's kids. I hate them, they are so annoying. Chase and Taylor are my real siblings. Chase pats me on my back and soothes me, and it's not until then that I realize I am crying. I hate crying; first you're crying about one thing, then you remember another time when you cried, and you start crying about that thing. First I am crying about Dawn and Bryan being annoying, and then I'm crying about Dad leaving us!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
My Writing Blog
On this blog I will express my thoughts and feeling through stories, and you are free to read, follow and comment on my blog. I will start a story by chapter if long or title if short. Feel free to pick and choose what you read and what you don't read by the title of first couple chapters.
Sam
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