the cottage

Last Friday my mother attempted to pick me up from the cottage(my residence at boarding school) but she was unable to because the cottage I had walked down to with alex(a “frenemy” as she puts it) was locked. My friend Ana was also there. She asked If Ms. Perry was anything like Ms clark. She had asked because Ms.Perry had only started a week ago and Ana hadn’t the opportunity to meet her yet. She kept asking that same question. I told her Ms.Clark had a completely different personality than Ms.Perry. She said that was not what she was talking about and her asking of the question perused. I told her Ms.Clark acted nothing like Ms.Perry but she said that was also not was she asking about and continued with the annoyance. Then Ms.Perry drove up in her car  with Lindsey (another girl to live in the cottege) so I assume her question was answered. We had been waiting for 30 minuets . Ms. Perry is one of two staff at the cottege. She is  astoundingly beautiful. She frequently changes the style of her currently black hair, she has dark skin, brown eyes, and the prettiest face. She is frequently accompanied by Ms. Clark who is the kindest soul you will ever meet in your life. When I say kind I mean magnificently kind. She is so kind you would swear she’s a stereo typed nice Pearson. I know that’s not the best description but it’s all I could come up with. Anyone not to meet Ms. Clark has missed out on meeting one of the most amazing people to ever live.Ms. Clark has black hair usually pulled back in a ponytail, Dark skin, Brown eyes and dots on her face. Please don’t tell her I said that. Then My mother and I gathered my things and went to the car after her incredibly long conversation with Ms.Perry. The next day my family,(My Brother, My sister, and Myself )and Mark packed up the car with our suitcases and headed to Alabama for My Grandfather’s 80^th Birthday cellebraiton. I put my belonging’s up in my mother’s old bedroom. I put my things on the bed next to the window, furthest from the door which upset my sister. That night we all dressed in nice attire and went to dinner. I rode with my grandparents and sister. My grandparent’s had reserved a private room. This was to my surprise given that they aren’t the most well off financially. On the way into the room I passed a wine cabinet that had a strong scent to it. My grandmother told the kids (including my 21 year old brother) To sit at the end of the table while the adults were to sit at the front. I would use “left” and “right” to describe where we were sitting however I do not know how to differentiate these directions. Pathetic I know. Dinner took place at a seafood restraint which made it difficult for me to order because I am a vegetarian who does not partake in the eating of fish, and almost all the alternatives to fish were meat. Never the less I ordered something. The were ties of inappropriate conversation at dinner between my brother and dreaded cousin jack. jack and Jordan joked about several things such as jack’s penis size, sexual acts, and so on and so forth. Don’t get me wrong this form of conversation is fine but not at such a fine establishment even if we are Isolated from of the rest of the restaurant. That night I went to sleep in my mother’s bedroom accompanied by my brother who was sleeping in an identical twin bed across from me. The next morning my mother’s and my family all ate brunch in my grandmother’s house. I had helped with the set up. Once brunch was over my cousins and their parent’s left quickly followed by us.

We were in the car for another seven hours with my brother, my sister and I practically squished in the back seat. That day I didn’t do much beyond watch Lets Read HomeStuck (an amazing web series on Youtube) and lot’s of merlin. Until around seven where I practically begged my mom to take me back to the Cottage kept saying she would but it wasn’t till about 9’ that she actually did.  Before she did however My sister turned up the volume on the Tv. I had been having a migraine (from not taking my medicine) all night and asked her to turn it down. She bitterly refused. I grabbed the remote and turned down the volume. She began to yell  and demand for me to return the clicker to her. I refused. She started forcefully grabbing at the clicker clawing at me. I put my foot on her stomach in an attempt to push her off of me. She started punching at me, clawing at my face and hair giving me marks. I managed to push her off of me giving her the clicker. This upset me she sad down quietly watching TV. Her focus didn’t seem to move from the screen so I saw my chance. I got up pinned her to her seat and started punching what I believed to be her stomach. I didn’t do it as hard as I would have liked to because I didn’t wish to bruise her, just teach her a lesson. I thought she had enough so I let her go. She ran up to her my mother’s room crying. She remained up their complaining to my mom about how I hurt her. I told my mom it was self defense and she apologized for ashley. I’ve seemed to have lost respect for my sister. We used to fight like that frequently but then my sister started new medication and the fighting ceased. In the car my mom apologized again. I told her it was ok and that I would just pretend that it never happened. But she said that I shouldn’t have to go through that. I said it was ok and despite not knowing any martial arts I still knew from our past fights how to defend myself. In the car 3 songs played. Dimonds by Riana, Some song about a guy who wished  his lips could build a castle or that they could fall off, and Numb on a now 41 cd. The same songs seemed to repeat that night almost as if the universe was trying to send me a message despite that being impossible. No one but Nately(the last girl to live there) was at the cottege but the lights were on and the door unlocked. So my mom and I put my stuff in my room and we said goodbye. Then I sat down to write in my electronic journal. I typed the words “Last Friday” and typed till about 9:42 till I finally stopped typing-Sunday Januarry 13^th 9: 42