A Diary of Young Love

Dear Diary, 2/24/2005 So. This is kind of ridiculous. But then again, everything is ridiculous in this house. I’ll be 16 in less than a month and I’m just now “allowed “ to get my permit. Thanks, Dad! Ugh! The deal was, I was only allowed to get my driver’s permit after I took Driver’s Ed. Well, my stupid school only has one class and apparently everyone else’s parents are just as dumb as mine and think their kids have to take it. Because I’ve tried getting in for a year and finally started the class in January. It’s now late February and I’m finally almost there. In all honesty, the class itself is super fun. And there is a really cute guy in my practice group. I’ve actually learned a lot. It just sucks that I’ve had to wait so long. I’m one of the younger people in my grade, so most of my friends are about to get their license. Not me. Just my permit. But anyways. I guess that’s what happens with a Dad like mine. Oh yeah! I forgot, this is my first entry. I guess I should fill you in on some things. So, my name is Mandy. I’m almost 16. My home life is a complete mess. I’m the lovely accidental product of drunken teen s*x. Yep. My Dad knocked up my Mom at his 16th birthday party while they were both dating other people and were totally wasted. Then along came me! Long story short, when I was about two, they got married. My childhood was filled with watching them have parties, fights, car accidents, more fights, and so much more. I’ll give more details on that stuff later. Fast forward a bit. I have a sister, Misty. She’s five years younger than me. We’re polar opposites. Im super outgoing and I love attention. She keeps to herself mostly. At home at least. We have different taste in relationships, clothes, hair, cars, literally everything. Despite our differences though, we’re pretty close. She’s a weirdo, but she’s my weirdo. Some more of Dad’s craziness.. I do really well in school. It just comes easy for me. But good grades are about the only thing I get praised for. Literally everything else I do is wrong in his eyes. Misty has trouble in school. She’s really smart but she has trouble focusing. Dad don’t allow her to get help. Mom goes behind his back and does it anyway. She’s not perfect. But she isn’t as bad as him. So Misty constantly gets yelled at for her school work, but most other things she does seems to make him proud. Sometimes I wonder if he’s just trying to turn us against each other. Joke’s on him! He turned us against him. Not one another. I wish that I was 18. I can’t wait to go to college and get away from my parents. But enough about them. I need to tell you about Samuel. He’s 18. We go to church together. We started dating on Valentine’s Day. Well, I say dating. We’ve never actually been on a date because I’m not allowed to be alone with him. So he’s my boyfriend anyway. Our “dates” consist of going to a young married couples house, who we also go to church with, and watching movies and eating dinner with them. They’re pretty cool, early 20s. But it sucks. He has barely even held my hand. I really wish he’d kiss me. I’ve kind of been crushing on him for a while. He’s about 6’1 with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. I guess that’s enough of an intro to my current life. I’ll break you in slowly. It’s almost 11:00pm. And my test is tomorrow. I better get some sleep. I’ll update tomorrow on if I passed. Omg, I hope I pass. Fingers crossed! *Mandy*