My grades are average, I'd say. They already tried to scare the fuck outta me by telling me a whole bunch of crap about me causing a felony simply by "witholding information." I was like, "Hm, okay." and then they tried to give me the whole, "I hope you don't end up in juvy. You don't wanna end up their, either." bullshit speech, followed by the, "If you were a couple months older, you'd be in jail tonight." My mom wanted them to take me to juvy that night, but I'm a minor and since it was my first offense AND I didn't have any weed on me, they couldn't.

My mom is willing to pay up the ass for any kind of drug testing. She's going to the extreme. I get no lunch money anymore (transferring it to a school account so I can still eat, no CASH though), she's already said I'm not getting any new clothes or shoes until they rip at the seams because they don't fit me anymore, I'm not allowed to see any of my friends or talk to them, she's taking away the TV and maybe the internet, I've been getting into reading a lot more so she's even talking about taking my books away. She's, also, never buying me anything ever again. Fun stuff, eh?

As to what you said about getting the alcohol out of someone's cooler, I don't get that.....explain more clearly. ^_^

To Midnite, I'm already out of here....sorta. I've already told Brenda she's no longer my mother, and she's told me I'm no longer her son. When I'm able to get out on my own, I'm going to. I'm going job hunting this week, and I'm thinking about asking some friends who already live on their own if I can get with them if I help pay rent.

I'm never talking to her again once I leave.
Gothen Reviewed by Gothen on . So, What's Gonna Happen To Me Now? Okay, here's the skimmy.... My friend had a joint rolled up and everything ready to go. Brenda (my ex-mother) was in the other room reading or whatever so I wanted to smoke some of it (she wanted to save most of it for her tonight when she goes with her boyfriend). So, I take two hits and we're sitting in here talking (she didn't smoke, by the way) and she has to make a call. So, I go and get the phone from in the living room where my mom is not even thinking about the smell. I sit down Rating: 5