Something Fishy

I can tell something fishy is going on with Max. When I came home from school the other day he was talking on the phone and when I came in the room he started talking really quiet. When he saw me listening he walked into the other room. I went upstairs to listen on another phone and when I picked up I could hear another woman's voice on the other end. He heard the click and said "Lillian?" right after she finished talking about how great it is going to be or something. I hung up immediately and denied everything when he accused me of listening in. I think that he is up to something. I knew something was up with this guy. I'm going to have to be especially on the look out in the next few days. Keep very close tabs on him.

Worse Days In a While

Today was one of the worse days that I have had in a while. Obviously living in the middle of the woods, surrounded by moron's all day in school, coming home to a mother who is planning a wedding to a loser doesn't describe the dream life of a 9 year old, but i've learned to live with what I've been dealt. However, today my (sorry for swearing) crappy life has taken a turn for the even worse. It's very difficult for me to even write about right now.  But we had to give Buckley back to the pound.

Sucking It Up

Someone who shall remain nameless just advised me to suck it up with the fact that my mom is marrying Max. And although some may consider that to be good advice, I however do not. It's easy for someone who is looking at the situation to consider me being immature for trying to prevent his marriage from happening, but they are idiots. They do not know Max. They do not know how stupid he is and how much of a tool he is. He is the worst, and he will never be anything of a father figure to me.

I forgot to mention

I forgot to mention that I have to be especially healthy these days. I have doubled my vitamin doses and drink herbal tea before bed, my mom has been sneezing and caughing up a storm these days and its really just got me worried. I can't be getting sick. I feel as though my immune system could be on the decline, although I read that living in places like the woods should actually increase your immune system, I'm worried this isn't my case.

A changed girl

As much as a really hate to admit it, I am starting to enjoy Buckley's company. He's a crazy dog though. I went outside today to read my book and he came with me and was running around like a maniac. Then he did the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.

Buckley

Max got me a dog. An actual dog, not a stuffed one that can be washed and thus sanitized every other day to prevent things such as lice and flea infestation but a living breathing dog. His name is Buckley and he is a mutt. Thanks Max, as if a dog isn't bad enough you had to get me one that is more inclined to disease and health risks.

After School

My mom has me involved in an after school program because she is so busy now with work and the wedding. She says that she wants to have a wedding by the end of the summer so she needs to start planing it all now. I wish she would realize sooner that Max is a huge loser so she doesn't waste her time planning this thing.

First Game

Today was the Tornadoes first game. It was a disaster.

Not much has happened in the past week. My school had break for a week. I spent my days catching up on reading, doing puzzles and putting together a photo album. My last few posts got me thinking about my dad so I asked mom to dig up to old photos. Turns out she had a lot more than I thought we had, so I put together a book. Mom even helped me. We've been getting along better recently. I can't have her turn against me, especially with Max creeping into the picture. He is enemy number 1 and I can't let her stupid decisions threaten my taking him down. Although I will give him credit for introducing me to a really cool new activity-it might even be my new favorite. It's called a "sudoku" puzzle. It's really fun. You have a grid and within that is 9 smaller grids. For each mini grid, row, and column you have to have the numbers 1-9 and no repeats. Max got a little too excited about his introduction and tried to do it with me the other morning but I quickly told him to buzz off. My favorite days are Friday and Saturday because they are the hardest. I love the challenge though.

Nevermind

Just when I thought Max’s sabotaging of my life had reached its limit he goes and makes it even worse!! This morning my plan to run away was set into motion by missing the bus, I went outside and hid behind my neighbors car. She’s very old and never leaves the house so I knew she wouldn’t catch me. I saw the bus drive away so I began to walk down the road. I was hoping to get to the train station by 3 that afternoon. Just when I got to Parker road, A few streets away from mine I hear Max’s stupid voice. “Lillian what are you doing!”

California Bound

I have devised a plan to run away back to California. Once I get there I will go to my Grandmother MiMi's house and she can help me convince Mom to not marry Max. She always understands me and would be so mad if she knew mom was getting married again. Now I know what your thinking, why don't I just call her? Well I could, but I miss home, and I hate school, and I hate soccer, and I hate- no I could never hate my mom but she is getting on my last nerve, and I hate Max. All great reasons to get the heck out of this dump and get back to my roots.

The worst thing possible

This day just went from bad to horrible. The worst day I have had in a long long time. After spending a boring afternoon with Max grocery shopping for mom, my mom cooked this big dinner and set the table which she never does. When I went into the kitchen to get some extra ketchup for my chicken, I heard them whispering something about "telling her".

School sucks and Max is on my last nerve

Well word got out at school about my water bottle freak out incident at soccer practice. I hate kids my age. Why do they have to be so mean and immature? Do you think adults whisper things or mutter insults under their breathe when you walk by them in the hallway? No, they do not. A popular one is "spaz". Lilly the lunatic has also become quite popular among my peers. Betsy, aka water bottle stealer aka life ruiner apologized to me. She said sorry but I just rolled my eyes and walked away, and then the next day she wrote me a note and tied it to a new water bottle apologizing, shes like an annoying fly that won't go away. I won't forgive her. Although the water bottle is nice and has a built in filter, she is still on my bad list. Which so far in New Hampshire consists of Betsy and Max. Mom is the only person on my good list. Im thinking about putting Miss Minley on there, my art teacher, because she is really nice and says im good at painting, she also makes us wash our hands before and after class.

I call this "simple city", Miss Minley said I have a lot of potential

Terrible Tornadoes

I am happy to report that I have survived the field trip. Although I was just getting by on the skin of my teeth. We had to have "buddies" and I of course got stuck with the kid who doesn't seem to have any concept for personal hygiene, he smells like wet dog and I saw him picking his nose before we got on the bus. Repulsive, absolutely repulsive. I had a terrible headache the whole bus ride because my classmates seemed to forget that we were 10 and not 6 and felt compelled to sing the whole hour. I thought I could have vertigo but once we got off the bus I was feeling much better.

I took this picture on the field trip. It is the Portsmith lighthouse that we visited. Kind of cool, I guess

Hunnewell Elementary

School has started this week and it has been going pretty good. At moms request I have been able to hid any compulsion I may be feeling. Like the other day when this boy Will sitting next to me asked to borrow a pencil, and spent the whole 30 minutes with the thing in his mouth. I didn't cry or ask for a new seat, I simply told him that he could keep the pencil (which he took as extremely nice), then proceeded to the bathroom where I dry heaved my breakfast and washed my hands only 5 times.

First Weekend

Did you know that a single bacteria can multiply into 1 billion cells overnight in a humid environment?

Survived The Plane

My name is Lillian Mackenzie May. I am ten and a half years old. I just moved to New Hampshire. My mom says that the move will be a big adjustment for me, those are her words, not mine. But Max, my mom’s boyfriend says I'm going to “be just great kiddo”. That’s what he calls me, kiddo. As if I’m seven years old. I've overheard my mom tell people that Max “does well with me” but I don’t see what he has to do well with, how about me? I’m the one dealing with a man who thinks it is cool to wear a baseball hat from when he was in college. Imagine the germs that thing has, it must be a hot bed for bacteria. My mom also tells people I'm a hypochondriac.