Monday, August 13, 2007

Part III

Ok, so I walked outside. My mom was parked right in front of my dad, so I headed that way. My dad started to get out of his truck, but then stepdad got out so my dad got back in. It was quite funny. I could see my dad griping to his girlfriend as I handed my cello to my stepdad, but have no idea what exactly he was saying. So I finished talking to my parents and got into my dad's truck and he was SILENT all the way home. Super scary. Then he was a jerk for a week, yelling at me for every little thing, even if I had nothing to do with it. It was stupid!!! So yeah, that is the very anticlimactic end to my story. Now go read the post below this to meet my "hopeless-romantic" side. ROFL!

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1 comment:

cellodonna said...

Maddie, I'm sorry to hear that you have to deal with this kind of thing. I'll be thinking good thoughts that things will improve for you. In the meantime ... enjoy your music whenever you can. It's a blessing. (and now I'm off to re-read and comment on your post below)