I Did It!
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Dear Diary, 2/25/2005
I passed! Now I just have to take my paperwork to the Driver’s place (whatever it’s called) and get my picture taken. Then I’ll officially have my learners permit. It’s about time! Sorry. I’m just super excited. Oh, and for my reward for passing, my super strict Dad is letting Samuel pick me up from school on Friday. We can only go eat then come to my house, and he only gave us like an hour and a half, but it’s a step. And my first ever date alone with a guy!
I’m totally freaking out. I don’t know what to wear. But I guess I have all week to figure it out. And it has to be school appropriate and Dad approved, so that sorta limits my options. I can’t wait to tell Samuel. He’s at work right now. He’s supposed to call me on his break. Which should be pretty.. hang on.. the phone is ringing. I’ll be back.
Well. I’m back. And bummed. Why can’t anything seem to go right for me? I try to be a good person, I try to do well in everything that I do. But no. It’s never enough. It’s like the universe is conspiring against me. Samuel said next Friday won’t work because he has to work evening shift that day.
I need a cigarette. Yes, I smoke. Yes, I know it’s bad and I’m under age. It’s literally the only bad thing I do, ok? That and drop a few choice words here and there. But who cares. I’m almost 16. I should be able to make mistakes and not have to be perfect 24/7. Mom said Dad is stopping at a friends house on the way home to help him work on his car. Which means I can smoke in my room and I don’t have to go outside. It’s cold out there.
I guess I should fill you in on that too. Both of my parents smoke and so does pretty much everyone else in my family. When I was 11 a boy on the bus dared me to try it. So I did. And I got hooked. Once every now and then became more and more often. Now I smoke like half a pack a day. Mom lets me. She doesn’t care. Dad caught me once and let’s just say it hurt to sit down for a few days. His belt is NOT my friend. But I think the 4 hour lecture of “Do as I say, not as I do” was worse. Yes, I get your point. I got the point like half a second after this conversation started. Gosh, I feel like he thinks I’m an i***t by the way he talks to me. It’s so annoying.
Mom just said she will take me in the morning to get my paperwork done for my permit and that if all goes well, she’ll let me drive home! Yes!!
*Mandy*
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