Good and Bad day today. I was seriously hyper all during school, like, to the point that I was even freaking Devon out, and Devon is the king of randomness...and freaking people out. It kinda went like this....

     "Hey Devon." I had said, slideing up to him.

     "Eh?" Devon turned towards me.

     "So, how excited are ya?" I said, wiggleing my eyebrows and licking my upper lip.

     Looking totally freaked out, he backed away from me.

    I repeated this on several people, just to see what the different reactions were. The funniest was Aaron's. He Screamed and ran away. A manly scream (if screams could be manly) but still, he SCREAMED. Classic!

     .....Main reason I was so crazy though is because I was trying to cheer myself up, to tell the truth. See, my best friend, Sarah has been ignoreing me lately. Not on purpose, but she won't talk to or sit by me at lunch. And since everyone else has their own good friends to talk to, I end up sitting by myself... And when I try to get her attention, she doesn't hear me.

     How pathetic am I if my own best friend won't talk to me? UGH! Why am I so socially awkward now?! Last year my friends would TALK to me, but now Sarah and Mike and all my other friends IGNORE me. WHAT IS FREAKING WRONG WITH ME?!

     Then, when I went to watch our friends play ultimate football with Sarah, my day got even WORSE!!!! First our 'friend' Bill called us the Cheerleaders for them. We veminately said that we were the 'Moral supporters'. Meaning we randomly cheered when we saw someone make a point, which was rare because we were reading. But that's not what made it horrible.

    The Strawberry Powerade disaster of 2009 happened.

    See, ever since I was really little, every year since powerade was invented practically, some disaster involveing me and STRAWBERRY powerade has occured. You'd think i'd just wise up and not get powerade at all, or throw it away if I ever accidently got one. But NOOOoooo, I had to be the forgetful and a big time klutz.

     What happened THIS time was this: This guy at ultimate footbal (who I didin't know) was kinda STALKING ME! Freaky! He was leaning on my backpack and showing me pictures on his phone. All I could think was "Oh my gosh, my mp3's in there! If it's damaged this kid is going to die slowly..." So, in my haste to get away from my stalker, I didn't make sure my powerade bottle was all the way closed before I threw it in my bag. When I reopened it, there was strawberry powerade on my notebook, my math book, my skecth book, and one of my favorite books. Not much, but enough that I need new ones (math book and novel aside.) And to make things worse, my stalker caught up with me and tried to fix the front of my sketch book, and only managed to rip the front clean off. Worst of all? Sarah LAUGHED. She laughed and laughed and laughed. All my short stories and my drawings had come THIS close to being destroyed, and she thought it was funny. I swear, I could have cried. I almost did, in fact.

     So I was desprately trying to save my stuff, when my mom called, totally frantic.  "Caramia!" I can always tell when she's worried sick when she uses my full first name. That sets alarm bells ringing. "Where are you?!"

     "Ultimate." I said, angry and frustrated. "Why?!"

     "You're supposed to meet your Dad and Grace at the airport in and hour!"

     And then I cried.

     Zeke came to get me, Elijah in the back seat of the van. He was surpriseingly sympathetic about my day. He made comments and was quiet at all the right times. He even cheered me up by turning on my favorite song instead of Reggae. The way a real dad should, not a step dad. We sang at the tops of our lungs, not caring how bad we sounded. Zeke's actually pretty awesome. We're pulling up to the airport now, so I have to get off Zeke's phone and wrap this up.

    So yeah, a really bad day in all.

     And I have a feeling that seeing my dad's family isn't going to help one, little, bit.

Help...plz