||[Dec. 27th, 2003|09:14 am]
When I talked to everyone back in Palo on Christmas, my dad ended the call with, "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Okay, weird. He rarely calls two days in a row. But I didn't give it much thought; there were more important things to be concerned with right here in Stoneybrook.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty. I should've thought about it more.
I'm staying in Stoneybrook for the rest of the school year. Dad and Carol think it would be better for me here, away from all the stress at home. Funny how they don't mention that it would be better for THEM too.
Dad and Mom arranged all this before I came here for break without discussing the new arrangement with me. They said they didn't want to ruin Christmas for me. What a lie! They just didn't want me to protest, and now what can I do when I'm here already and have no way of getting home?!
In Stoneybrook for the rest of my senior year, with a sister who hates me and a mother I currently hate. Who'd have thought Richard would be the one I trust in this house? Away from the beach, the ocean, the warm winter, Sunny, Maggie, Jill, and everyone else.