Gennaio Diecinove, 7:18 AM (home)

Just got home from Auntie Baby’s.

And that was the flowers I personally arranged last martedi.

Yesterday, I went to class, but it seems everyone was missing, Of course, I mean, everyone I know was missing, You know, I’m still new, so I don’t know a lot of people. I heard that some people had gone to the field trip. I saw some girls in my class (I don’t know their names), and there’s this pretty girl with a chin length bob who told me that my report ruled. I thanked her, and I was about to say that she was very pretty, but she cut me in by asking where were the others. I said that I don’t know, so we all sat in the chairs outside the classroom, for it was locked.

I brought my portable chess with me and asked them if they want to play with me. None of them knows how to play it, and fortunately, the cute guy who was sitting in front, frowning when I was reporting overheard and said he knew how to play. Then, the rest is history. I beat him 3-1.

I’ve read the bulletin announcement that there would be a uniform fitting on lunedi. Can’t wait. I hope it’s for free. Then, I went to the library, and sat on my favorite spot, the big couch facing the window, and continued reading “Left Behind”. I’ll tell you more of it later. I’ve noticed that the aircon was getting colder everytime so I decided to go to my fifth period class, and continue my reading there, while waiting for the teacher.

And the teacher never showed up. I informed some of my classmates that there would be a uniform fitting on lunedi, and no one thanked me, instead, they complained about on how they couldn’t make it. Duh, as if the uniform fitting would last until midnight. I was about to argue about it, and ready to tell them that it would only take few minutes of their time, but I changed my mind and shut up, because I don’t want anymore trouble and I was just informing them.

Then I went to the gym to attend my v-ball practice. I missed my b-ball practice early in the morning, so there’s no way that I’m gonna miss this one too. I found Coach Jason, and the other big and buff coach. They’re chatting with this PE teacher, and the small kitten I saw outside the gym (I swear, I don’t know where it came from) followed me. I greeted Coach Jason and sat down on a chair. the kitty went up to Coach Jason and started brushing its small, cute little body on his feet. Coach jumped out, and shoo-ed the poor kitty. He’s not much of an animal-savvy if you ask me.

I tried picking the kitty up, but it scratched me, so I put it down again. Then, it went to the PE teacher and started brushing its body to her feet. I never asked the coach if there was practice, but he’s there, and means there would be, so I got up and went to the locker room and got dressed.

It’s one forty-five in the afternoon, and the old crowd wasn’t there yet. I guess they’re just late, so I relaxed a bit, lied down on the concrete seat and read. Heck, it was already half past two when I realized that no one’s coming, and if there was, that someone should be there that time. So I got up and changed again and went home.

I continued reading at my bedroom, and I played the CD I specially made for myself. I fell asleep, then the phone rang; it was my Mom. She said I had to go to Auntie Baby’s because there’s so much to do. I said I’ll just take a rest, although I wasn’t very tired.

I got there by five thirty and my zia said that I’d be working on the table skirting. Man, I have no idea how to do that, but I have to prove them that I got what it takes to be one of them. Zia Baby handed me the yellow green sheets (I super love it!) to use on the table. Well, what I found out was it wasn’t that hard after all. She left me working with it, to buy powdered sugar for my cousin’s birthday cake (she’ll turn 18 tommorow) and I finished it before midnight.

We planned to do the cake together yesterday night, but she said she was tired and we should just go to sleep. Jesus, that house is a one-full blast of hell. I mean, they’re nice people, they’re nice to everyone, except for each other. I mean, all her children ever do was to fight, and to pick on each other.

I’m not saying that my fratelli and I don’t fight. We do, but not like that. We argue much on important things, and we don’t include disrespecting on each others business like friends, phone calls, money, clothes, et cetera. In fact, I love my brothers more than any people in the world (except my mom), I just don’t know how to show it. But I’m trying my best to show that by doing simple things like buying them cakes, sodas, or whatever they wanted to eat. I even do something for them, like filling up their chores and lending them money. And I’m so sure that they do the same for me. And what I like about my fratelli is that they keep the house clean. I mean it’s normal for teens to mess around the house, but these two mess around, then clean and fix after. We used to beat up each other, but hey, we already matured, except for Ed, and we don’t do that anymore. We are grown- ups.

We sometimes watch movies and share a laugh with each other. Here in the house you mess up, you clean up, but sometimes, if anyone leaves a mess (or more likely forgot), they were generous enough to clean it. And everytime we eat together as family, we really tell stories and talk alot. We exchange opinions. We three share the same height before, too. But now, Carl and me shares the same height while Ed, the youngest, towers us. Good for him. Good also for me because I’ve grown this big, and if not, they’ll think that they’re superior beings in the house, being the tallest among us.

Carl and I like Shrek the Third, while Ed and me share same interest with Kyle XY. None of them has a passion in reading (and yeah, writing) like their older sorella, but we have the same musical genes. All of us knows how to play guitar, but they’re better than me, but it’s just me who play piano. In sports, we were all title holders in chess when we were in elementary and highschool, and we all played soccer when we were in the province. We all play volleyball, but it’s just me who took it to the next level and seriously. In b-ball, we all play it, but it’s just me again who took it to the next level and seriously. These two are much friendlier than I am and go out that much. They always have phone calls, and most received text messages.

Carl has this thing for animals and plants while Ed go for weird stuff such as impersonations, techies, and internet. And he picks pretty girls for girl friends too.

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