I'm currently in the middle of getting ready for school but I just had to post this question.

The Clark Family Easter Estravaganza is FINALLY over. Some of you may think I might have gotten off light for ditching school, but after you hear my question you may think differently. It's been about ten to fifteen hours since the "fun" ended and this is what I want to know:

Is cheek pinching genetic or is it a form of torture developed long ago by the decrepit?

I mean seriously I'm going to have to put on massive amounts of make-up just to cover up the bruises left by my Great Aunt Mary. Oh sure. She seems nice and sweet but that is just to lure you in so she can use your pinch of death on you. And I think my mom is in on it too. I think she invited Aunt Mary on for that one and only purpose. Well, I have a news flash for her. If she thinks Aunt Mary is going to stop me from ever ditching school again, she has another thing coming.

Last week was the first time I ever ditched school and if she trusted me more, she would have known that. One more year and I'm getting as far away from here as I can.

Gotta go finish beautifying myself. Have a good day, everyone.

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It's 5 am here. I got up early to post this because technically I'm suppose to be grounded off the computer among other things. My impromptu day of vacation from school has led to mandatory lock down for the weekend. That means no friends, phone, or computer. Just family fun. Oh joy...

The best part is that Eric made an unexpected visit to my house yesterday. He delivered the class assignments that I missed on Thursday. I guess it is sweet that he took the initative to get my homework and bring it to me (thought I don't know why), but if he really wanted to be my friend, he wouldn't have bothered. Now, not only do I have to spend time with the family, I have to also get caught up on all my homework before Monday. I guess I could've gotten worse.

Anyways, I just wanted drop y'all a line and let you know whats up. I hope you all have a better weekend and Easter than I will have. See ya next week!

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Yeah, you read the title correctly. I ditched school today and it wasn't because of what happened yesterday. True, that played a part in it. I know I should have gone to school and faced whatever possible humiliation before me. Like I said it wasn't the only reason.

Another part of it has to do with the huge fight I had with my mom this morning. I accidently let it slip that I was looking for a part-time job. I don't know what I was thinking. She went ballistic. As long as I have known my mother, she has always been the hands-off type of person. Why do something yourself when you can get someone else to do it for you.

I probably should have told her that I had an interview at Jo's Books, the only bookstore in town. She may have taken the news better. I guess she only wants the best for me which means not working in a fast food joint, but I wish she would just listen to me for once.

Anyways, I needed a day off from school. I knew mom or dad wouldn't help me make it happen. So, I just drove around for a while until everyone was out of the house and then went home. My parents had to work late tonight. So, I know I'll be hearing about it tomorrow. Oh well. I think one drama free day is worth whatever punishment they are going to dish to me tomorrow.

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Omg!!! Today was the most humiliating day of my life! I can't believe what happened. I don't even know why I did it. What was I thinking?!

I was sitting by the big Oak tree a couple of yards from the school, reading the want ads (my bestest girlfriends Tina and Lacey were stuck in detention for "disrupting the class"). I finally decided to get a job so I won't have to depend on my parents so much. My beautiful blonde locks under a nasty hair net with grease and grime covering my manicured nails. Can you imagine it? I know some girls who have to drive like 20 miles for decent beauty service may have a problem with it, but me, not so much.

Anyways, I'm sitting there looking for a job with some potential when guess who sneaks up behind me? That's right...new kid Eric. He literally scared the hell out of me, screams and all. So, this is pretty much how the conversation went down:

ME: Oh my God! I so didn't hear you walk over here.
ERIC: Sorry if I scared you. I saw you out here and thought I would...
ME: You would fullfill one of your freak boy obligations and cost me one of my nine lives. Yeah...thanks.
ERIC: You know you're not as tough as your trying to let on. Would it kill you to be nice for once in your life?
ME: Are you still here?

At this point, I'm trying to stay calm and not make of fool out of myself. It's not going so well.

ERIC: Listen, all I was going to ask is if you wrote down the homework assignment from Ms. J's class?

Oh he smelt so good. Like fabric softener. Most guys practically drown themselves in cologne. You can smell them a mile away. I didn't want him to leave. I couldn't be seen with him but I didn't want him to leave.

ME: Look around. Do you see books? No.
ERIC: So, I guess you don't. Well....thanks anyways.

He started to leave but then....

ERIC: Ouch! Darn it!
ME: What now?
ERIC: Nothing. I just have a paper cut.
ME: If it'll get you to leave here.

I always carry around a band-aid in my purse. Not sure why but then again, I'm not sure why I carry around half the stuff in my purse anyways. When he bent down to get the band-aid, a small drop of blood from his finger fell right on my bare leg. Can you believe it?

At first, I didn't notice it. I didn't even feel it drop on my leg. I don't think he noticed either. He thanked me for it and went on his merry way. When I turned to close my purse, that is when I saw it. I didn't think anything about it. I wiped it off with my finger, thinking that I may have bumped my leg or something.

But the weird thing is I didn't wipe it off with a tissue or whatever right away. I just sat there and stared at it, this red stuff covering my finger. It's like I've never seen blood before which is totally far from the truth (that's a story for another time). What I did next I can't even believe.

That's right. I put my finger in my mouth, blood and all. I know it's totally gross, but I wasn't really bothered by it. What's worse is I think Eric saw me do it. After I did it, I looked up and he was staring at me.

Oh my God, I'm going to go die now.....


S.

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Blogging late tonight. Can't sleep as usual. Seems lately I've developed some kind of night owl disorder. I'm dead tired all day and wide awake at night. I don't know why. Mom even took me to this sleep disorder specialist in Dallas. He prescribed sleeping pills. Oh joy. I hate taking those things. Oh well.

Now on to the topic of this post, Eric. I was sitting in Ms. J's classroom (my biology and favorite teacher in the world), trying to stay awake, when he walked in. To be honest, I didn't really notice him at first. It wasn't until the principal made his infamous "new kid" speech. It's the most embarrassing thing in the world. I mean what new kid wants to be thrown to the lions on their first day.

Anyways, once he started talking, my attention span shortened rather quickly. Then, he called my name. Out of the twenty people in the class, he chose me to be Eric's tour guide and buddy for the day. As you can tell, I wasn't really thriled about the idea until he sat next to me. It only took one glance.

Nothing about the way he looked screamed "Gorgeous". Not his dirty blonde hair, blue eyes or really pale skin, but there was just something that drew me to him. I can't explain it. It just seemed a bit unnatural.

I didn't really talk to him much (no more than I had to) during the school tour yesterday and today, My many friends caught me staring at him constantly and didn't let me forget it either. I'll be so glad when I'm released from this cage.


S.

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I guess this is the part where I'm suppose to give a standard introduction of myself and why I'm starting this blog. Well, the answers to both sort of tie into one another. The point of starting this blog was to figure out who I am.

Like many of you, I'm a person with many roles. I'm a daughter with two overbearing parents who force me to over-achieve in order to fullfill their expectations in order to keep up their good reputations. I'm a sister with a bright and annoying little brother who I would love to be close to but would never admit it (until now). I'm a high school student who is constantly surrounded by people talking on and on about moronic things that don't even matter but yet we are feared by all (sometimes we could even make the Plastics look like kittens. Trust me. I'm not exaggerating that and no I'm proud of it either.). I'm a girlfriend to the Quarterback/Student council president/Homecoming King (I think you get the point) type of guy who could cares more about my place in the school's social hall of fame than the real me.

So, by now, you are probably saying to yourself "Poor little popular rich girl". First of all, don't be jealous. Secondly, really don't be jealous. And third, we all have problems, having money and retarded friends don't change that. Although I having a feeling that my problems are going to be much bigger than I ever anticipated. It started today with a new student named Eric.

To be continued....


S.

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