November 2006
november 14
I start a new science class halfway through the semester. Dana is also in the class, and we go in together one day when we have a test. Besides the test paper, we get some vials with different chemical solutions, and eye droppers. Everyone else has already started, and we look for places to sit down. Dana takes her kit over to her table, and starts using the chemicals on the carpet to make the material into this little, squishy marbles. I sit down at a different table, and think that I'll turn in a blank paper and tell my teacher that I'll take the zero, but that I'm going to do what I can to catch up for the rest of the semester. A blonde woman at the table behind me tries to talk to me, but I get up with my test paper and go off into a hallway. She follows me, still talking, and I tell her "No" meaning I'm not going to talk to her at all. She goes back to hear seat. It's later, and Rose and I are hanging outside this big house with a bunch of stranger. It's like a reality show, and we want to be the first ones inside to choose the best room. The blonde from science class is there, too, and saying a bunch of racist things. One of them is that she'll only be friends with someone if they speak only English. The door opens, and Rose and I run in, and find a huge room with three beds. One is a king, that I claim for mine; she takes the queen bed; and there is another full-sized bed between them. Two girls come into the room soon after and say they're jealous. I tell them they can have the beds the next day when we change rooms. It's later the same day, and I'm up in the attic of the house. There are a bunch of little cakes for everyone, and I have to serve them. I set aside the one I want - chocolate with pink frosting - and have three to take to the others downstairs. They're sports-themed, with one of them shaped like a football. I want to take down all three plates at once, but they're all thin and weak, and I get angry that I can't carry them. It's Christmas, and my mom and I are at Rose's house. They have some other people visiting, including a youngish couple with five or six kids. The husband thinks that the fourth, a little boy, is not his child. He takes the boy out one day alone, and does not bring him back. The next day, he and the wife both leave, abandoning the rest of hte kids. My brother is part of a basketball team, and my mom and grandpa are going to one of his night games. I decide to go also, but I'm having a hard time deciding what to wear. I put on four tank tops at once, and there is so much material on the left side that I can't put my arm down. By the time I change into what I want, they've already gone, so I have to drive myself. It's daytime now, and the game is being held in this housing project off of Ventura in Pittsburg. I park in the front lot and take a long walk to a building in the back. A few of my cousins are there. My brother comes in. He's carrying (but not using) a crutch, and keeps hitting me in the knee with it. I tell him to stop and step on his shoes, but he won't listen. My mom, grandpa and uncle arrive. They stopped by Nation's and didn't get me anything, but my mom has a vanilla milkshake in the freezer and says I can have that. My brother is still bugging me, so I say, "Mom, you can have the shake," and leave. As I close the door behind me, I tell my brother, "Sit on it and spin." I walk back towards the parking lot, and I have the milkshake with me. There's a group of people walking parallel to me, and I try to ignore them. I think, "If they try to rob me, I'll just give them what they want, it's not worth it." Somehow one of the women gets ahold of my Blondie purse. We're near the entrance/exit and I see two policeman leaving. I scream, "She's got my purse!" and throw the milkshake at the girl, so it splashes all over her clothes. The cops come over and try to figure out whose purse it is by the stuff inside. I have a birth certificate and social security card, both of which I drew myself, and finally convince them the purse is mine.
november 21
I get home from being somewhere, and my mom tells me that Mark called and left his cell phone number for me to call back. The number starts with a 432 prefix, and I know that it isn't right, so I look in my address book for his real number. We're hanging out and go to LMC to see an art show. There's this long process to sign in that involves medical procedures, like them taking your blood pressure. The man in front of us can't figure out how to work the cuff, so while the nurse is helping him we sneak past, into the show. We go down this long, dark hallway and find only one small side hall that has pictures displayed. They are really weird, scary paintings, and some of them feature this ugly clown. We decide we don't like the whole show, and go back out into the main area. Everything and everyone else that was there before is gone, except for the nurse, who tells us that there was no art show today. I go to my old house, but it's turned into a giant building that holds a lot of different business suites. I go inside and go all the way into the back, where I find an office where I work. My boss has a letter he wants me to write to some contractor who messed up on a project. He gives me one of the contractor's receipts, and has one of his own. He loses his, and I crumple mine up in my hand and hide it, and excuse myself to go to the restroom. The office has turned into his house, and there's a certain bathroom that is designated only for people who work for him. The hallways and ceiling outside the bathroom are painted different shades of pink. The boss' wife and kids are there, and I'm explaining to the oldest girl - she's about ten - about how that bathroom is only for his employees. I ask her what she thinks about having rooms in her own house that she's not allowed to go into, and she says, "Weird!" My boss calls me and two other workers, a man and a woman, into his office for a meeting. He has a new telephone he wants to hook up to the current system, but we tell him that he has to get our IT guy, that none of us know how to do it. Still, the woman picks up the connector wires - the wires are purple and orange - and messes around with it a bit. I'm working with three other girls, doing projects for the girls wife. She says we have to clean this outdoors bathroom in their backyard, but I refuse. I tell her "I don't clean other people's bathrooms, and if you want to fire me for that, it's your right." She says not only that, but she's going to fire the other three girls as well. I'm debating over what to do, because I don't want to do it, but I don't want to have the others lose their jobs. One of the girls, a blond, puts down the cleaning supplies (a mop and bucket) she was holding and agrees with me, saying we don't have to do it. The boss' wife goes to hit her, but I get in between them, and start to fight her as the girls run away. She hits her head on something and falls to the floor. I panic and run outside, to where my car is parked. I open the passenger door (which is facing the street because I'm parked on the left), go back and open the door behind the driver's seat, put my purse in, get in the driver's seat, and then close the passenger door from the inside. I start to drive away, but get blocked because there's a bicycle marathon going on. I decide to join the marathon, to blend in and get away. There are several different teams, though everyone is wearing yellow vests. The teams are all named after animals, and I join "The Sheeps." We start riding through the neighborhood, and in one dark alley, we have to hang our stuff up on this hook before proceeding through this door. This guy on my team says that maybe they're doing it to collect evidence about who hurt my boss' wife, because he heard that she got hung up on a hook. I say, "That's gross" and quickly take my backpack off the hook, in case that's what they are doing.
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