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.