User blog:Stareh/Abusive best friends, the first day, and RIP

So, today was my first day. It had its ups. And its way down lows.

First hour, Business Foundations, or Bus Education to those of you who are friends with me on Facebook. Teacher's normal. Classmates are not. I sit next to the only senior in my class (For those of you who aren't blessed enough to know, as of about eight hours ago I am officially a freshman. Derp.), and she's a talkitive...thick person. Another guy in my class has hair so long that it literally covers his face and he doesn't bother to brush it away most of the time. Another girl from my Elementary school has turned into a complete pyscho and I dread the day I actually have to talk to her.

Then came English. My teacher has an accent like "Dolf" from the Adam Sandler movie Just Go With It, just more subtle. :D I shall be entertained in this class! Though I can tell the books we're required to read aren't going to be that interesting. I wish I'd applied for Honors Enlish. *irked sniff*

Then...came Biology. I can't tell much about the teacher yet, but she offered us extra credit points to bring her live roly polies. That can't be a good sign.

Then came LUNCH. I wandered helplessly amid the upperclassmen until I found my best friend Brooke. We hunted down a table with two people we knew - the other one, we knew but hadn't talked to in three years, and the two guys that sat there, while extrememly hot, I did not know.

So this girl that went to Brooke and I's Elementary, Ally, she was having a complete rage attack cuz she hadn't seen her boyfriend in two weeks. He told her to meet him at his locker, and she was late for class and he never showed up. What a...nevermind.

So, Ally's friend Nick (also the girlfriend of Natalie, this other girl that was sitting there. *hisses* God he is some serious hunka guy. Yummmm.) He was getting completely beat upon in Ally's rage. She told Natalie she would shove a stick up his ass for her if she ever wanted her too. I laughed. :D

Then came Ceramics. The teacher is okay, he subbed for my Art class back in 7th grade, but he didn't realize that the bell that rang was for us so I was five minutes late to History.

The History teacher is a nosy weirdo. I can tell that much so far.

Hmmm what was after History...Oh! Algebra. Guess how we started the year off?

By taking a test.

Yup. 19 total pages, front and back. I knew nothing and it made my head hurt. It's not graded, it's just a pre-test, but I swear to God I'm going to hate that class so much.

Now, why the RIP part of the blog title?

On Sunday, my mom, sister and I were in the car, driving to who-knows-where. Dad calls her. She's talking, and all of a sudden she goes "Oh. Oh my God. That's terrible. Jeff told you this?" And I just stiffened. Because Jeff is the name of the uncle of my friend Michael. And I just thought ''Oh my God. He's dead. He killed himself, car accident, murdered, something.''

Mom keeps talking, hangs up the phone. And I'm just staring at her, looking a little like this: http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2781/4459843492_8a0ae6ea2c_z.jpg And she goes "That was your dad. Brandt called. (Old family friend.) Michael-" (Me inside: SFLSFJSLFJKLSFJLSKFJKLSJFLSJLF NOOOOO) "-'s dad comitted suicide yesterday.

"Me: "Holy cheddar buscuits...."

So, that was just...*counts* four days ago. I didn't think he'd be at school.

I WAS WRONG.

I passed him the hall and I almost whirled around and screamed "WHAT THE FUDGE ARE YOU DOING HERE" because honestly who comes to school four days after their dad dies? I wouldn't!

Anyways

He looked completely broken. It shattered my heart. He's such a happy kid, all smiles and laughter and trouble making. And today he was just...empty.

So this is my message to all of you: Cherish your family. Go find your mom and dad and siblings and whoever and give them a big hug and tell them you love them. Because you never know if you'll ever wake up and they won't be there. Like it was with Michael.

A very subdued Stareh out. I figure life's a gift,      and I don't intend on wasting it.   20:46, September 4, 2012 (UTC)