IC Natalie #2 Natalie vs Her Parents Jul 11, 2018 5:46:12 GMT
Post by Bad Beth on Jul 11, 2018 5:46:12 GMT
Natalie vs. Her Parents
Friday was the awfullist (is that a word) day I’ve ever had and because it was Friday the 13th. Kids made sure I had one all right. My stuff kept disappearing, I slipped on some spilled milk during lunch so I fell down and I also spilled my tray so I had to go back in line but luckily the lunch ladies were nice enough to replace the meal. Also, kids played tricks on me all day. Someone tied my shoe laces together, a whoopee cushion was placed under me when I sat down and it made this farting sound. Kids laughed and said I had farted and kids kept making stuff up. In English, I was told we were going to watch a movie because it was TGIF (Thank god it’s Friday) and then the teacher comes in and I find out we weren’t going to watch a movie so I felt disappointed and he said the kids were just teasing and I saw they were laughing. Then I got told Mrs. Sippy, my geography teacher, said our homework wasn’t due until Monday so I left my work in my locker. I go to class and she tells us to take out our papers and pass them up to her so we can correct them and I got all confused because I was told they weren’t due until Monday. I asked Mrs. Sippy about it and she said she never said anything about them being due on Monday. She said clearly it was due the next day, Friday. I told her the kids told me she changed it to Monday and she let me go back to my locker to get my assignment. Worst of all, she made me use one of my passes all thanks to those kids. It was not fair I was tricked. At the beginning of the quarter, we were given three passes and if you use them all up, you can’t leave class until you get new passes until the new quarter begins. In PE I was told we were going to climb on the bleachers and jump onto a huge bean bag and I was shocked because the teacher said we were going to be doing pong until the end of the quarter. Jumping off the bleachers and onto this big marshmallow thing sounded very exciting and fun so I couldn’t wait. But when class started, the teacher told us to take out the pong boards and the paddles. I asked him what about the bleacher thing and he said we weren’t going to do such thing. Of course I told him that’s what the kids told me and he said they were just probably kidding. Of course kids laughed at me and told me they know I’d fell for it because I’m so gullible.
“Do you think the teacher would really have us jump off top of the bleachers?” said Brooke. “We can get hurt and the school can get in trouble for it.”
All day kids kept lying to me and I kept falling for them. When I would try not to fall for them, I would get confused because they kept convincing me they were right. Then I wouldn’t know what to expect in class of what we were going to do. All day I felt very uneasy. All the changes.
But in choir, our choir teacher did play good trick on all of us but it was meant as a joke I believe. I don’t think a teacher would really play a trick to hurt their students or I bet they would get into trouble. We opened our folders and boy it was a mess. Our music was scattered all over in it, some of our music wasn’t even in there, and there was some other music we never had before. I was confused of what was going on and I bet so were the other kids. They were asking each other questions like, “Where’s all of my music?” “Hey who was in my folder?” “Stupid Juniors, I bet they did this,” “Where’s my ‘Come to Me O My Love,’” “What happened to our folders?”
Then Mrs. Hanson came out of her office and asked us if we liked the surprise she did to us. Then she said “Happy Friday the thirteenth.”
Then I laughed. I thought it was funny. That explained the whole thing.
Juniors have been giving us sophomores a hard time. I have been hearing other sophomores talking about it. They said the juniors were trying to sabotage our float for the homecoming after they find out where ours is located. They have been putting us down too like we’re the rejects and we don’t belong here and we are going to get it. I have never noticed it going on but I hear about it from other kids in my class. At least they’re having problems with the juniors. I have problems with kids in my school all the time. I’ll explain later.
Mrs. Hanson had us take out the music we weren’t working on and hand them back to her. She had put them in there as extras for the joke. She had also switched our music to other folders and she had kept some in her office. We handed our music to the correct people and Mrs. Hanson handed the ones she had in her office back to the right student. Each music and folder is numbered so the music has the same numbers on it as does the folder. My folder is number fourteen so therefore all my music is numbered fourteen. I don’t know why Mrs. Hanson does that. She says it makes it easier for her.
She asked us what we thought of her trick and I said it was cool and funny and hope she does it again. The other kids said it was annoying and really stupid.
Mrs. Hanson just chuckled and said it was for that one time only. I was sad but I bet the other kids were real happy about it.
Then at soccer practice I slipped in this pile of mud because it had rained out the day before and practice was cancelled but it left this muddy area in the football field. I walked through it but I slipped and got all muddy and my team mates laughed at me. I had to stay dirty until the end of practice. I had to wash the mud off my skin and change back into my regular clothes. I gathered up my dirty clothes I wear to PE and soccer practice everyday. I put my soccer ball in my locker and slammed it shut.
“Natalie, no practice on Monday,” said Anitra.
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Because the coach told us to have the day off, right everyone?”
The other girls looked at each other and then they started nodding heads and saying “Oh yeah right,” as if they didn’t know what Anitra was talking about.
“Wait a minute, just when did Mrs. Cleaville tell us this?” I asked.
I did not remember her telling us this.
“Right after you took off when practice ended Natalie,” Anitra replied. “But we all stayed because the coach had to talk to us and she is giving us the day off.”
Because so many lies have been told to me all day and I kept falling for them, I did not believe Anitra this time because how do I know this isn’t another trick? And I was not going to let myself get confused.
I’d just have to ask the coach myself and find out just in case this wasn’t a trick.
“Is this a trick?” I asked.
All the girls laughed.
“Do you think we would lie about this?” Anitra asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Because it’s Friday the thirteenth and tricks had been played on me all day and bad stuff has happened too so I’m not falling for this one. I would have to ask the coach and see if you are telling me the truth or not.”
“Natalie, get this picture. If we lied about something like this, we can get kicked off the team for it so do you think we would actually sacrifice this sport just to play that trick on you and then we all get kicked off because of you,” Anitra told me.
I shrugged. I didn’t know what to say.
My team mates all laughed.
I looked in the office to see if Mrs. Cleaville was in there but she wasn’t.
“Where’s our coach?” I asked.
“What do you need her for?” Michelle asked. “Don’t you believe us?”
“Not on Friday the thirteenth,” I said. I grabbed my clothes and left the locker room. I kept my eyes out for Mrs. Cleaville as I went to my locker.
I grabbed my back pack and my binder and text books.
Luckily no one had broken into my locker and plant things in it or remove any of my items. This type of thing has happened before. My old best friend, Veronica had managed to figure out what the combination to my locker was so she had opened it to plant her old little brother’s old stuff animal Barney in my locker and I got teased for it for the rest of that day. We also did other things to each other and then at the end of last week, our parents put a stop to it by holding a meeting with our high school principal Ms. Penny and she came up with a contract for both of us to sign and if we break it, we get expelled.
We have not bothered each other since. Instead I get bothered by other kids. It has been happening to me almost my whole life. It has been happening since I entered elementary school. I was teased by some older kids, and younger kids and some my own age. But then it has gotten worse as I have gotten older. High school, I can’t stand it. I get pushed around, spat at, made fun of, called names, and of course they try to take advantage of me but luckily I don’t trust them so I don’t listen to them anymore. They have gotten me into enough trouble in the past and finally, I have decided not to trust anyone. Now I get egged or else.
I closed my locker and walked into a classroom that wasn’t locked. That’s what I meant I have problems with kids in my school all the time.
I called my mother to come and get me but Kelly, my twelve year old sister told me she was already on her way.
Now I was standing outside in the front of my school waiting for my mother.
Some of my team mates came outside.
“Happy Friday the thirteenth,” Natasha told me.
Michelle, Jessica and Kristy told me the same thing. Then they were laughing. I watched them walk in the parking lot and get in Jessica’s car.
Maybe I should introduce myself. Every story that is being told by someone has to do it. Karen Brewer does it and so do all the members of the Baby Sitters Club in the Ann M. Martin book series. Junie B. Jones does it too and what other book series can I think of that does it too.
I thought and thought and I came up with nothing.
I guess that’s it for me then because I can’t think of any others for now.
My name is Natalie Evans. I am fifteen-years-old and I am a sophomore at Saltwater High School in Saltwater, Washington. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, pierced ears and I stand five feet six inches and weigh around one hundred and thirty pounds. I’m always that weight every time I stand on a scale at a doctor’s appointment or at school and at home. Sometimes it’s a little higher. Highest I’ve ever saw myself weigh was one hundred and thirty five. I also have a medical problem. I have incontinence so I can’t control my bladder or bowels so I have to wear yes, you guessed it, diapers. Kids like making fun of me about it. They have been since I was seven years old when I started wearing them again. I was in a car accident so I ended up in the hospital for over a week. I was in coma and then I woke up.
Some drunk driver ran into us and he got arrested and got charged for it but I wonder if he ever got his license taken away? But I do know after New Years day, he did it again but this time he lost his own life because he ran off the road and crashed.
I saw Mom coming to pick me up. I saw her turning into the parking lot and she drove up to the front of the school and picked me up.
I got in and put my stuff on the floor between the seats.
On the way home I asked mother about Friday the 13th. I asked if she believed in it.
“No,” she said. “It’s just a superstitious thing. Just like black cats are bad luck, walking under a ladder is bad luck, break a mirror, seven years of bad luck, step on a crack, you break your mother’s back, being thirteen is bad luck, being born on Friday the thirteenth when it’s full moon, your life will be full of bad luck, being on the thirteenth floor in any building is bad luck so that’s why hotels skip the number thirteen so they go from twelve to fourteen because some people will not stay on the thirteenth floor…”
Mom went on and on about the superstitious thing. If Dad were here, he’d tell her to hush. Dad always hushes Mom when she talks and talks. Then they get into a fight. They had one last night when Dad stopped her talking at the dinner table and she said “Don’t tell me to hush, I can talk whenever I want.”
“You’re going to bore out our kids if you keep going on and on,” he said.
“And just how do you know that? Can you read their minds? I don’t think so there is no way of you knowing.”
Then after a few minutes of them fighting, they both got up in unison and stormed out of the kitchen going separate ways. Dad walked down the hallway and Mom walked in the dining room. Matthew, Kelly and I were alone at the table with our food.
Kelly is a seventh grader at Saltwater Junior High and Matthew is nine years old and he is in fourth grade at Saltwater elementary school.
Then Mom finally stopped talking about the superstitious stuff.
I told Mom about what kids did to me at school.
“I’m sorry that happened,” she said.
I wonder why people have to apologize for something that happened to someone else?
Maybe it’s part of being nice.
Then I told her the funny thing my choir teacher did to all of us with our music. Mom found it funny too because she laughed.
When we got home, I brought my dirty clothes in the laundry room and threw them in the laundry basket with the other colors. I took off my shoes and brought my back pack and binder and textbooks up to my room where they belong.
But that was only yesterday when that day happened, now it was Saturday night. The day after Friday the thirteenth. I was on my bed looking through my Teen magazines reading embarrassing moments. I just love that part of those magazines. I also like reading real life stories. I have been reading them since I was fourteen. For some reason they started coming to me in the mail every month. I don’t know how the company got my name and decided to start sending them to me. It’s happened in the past before too. With Humpty Dumpty magazines, Cricket, and Kelly would get those Lady Bug magazines. Then I remember my older brother, Brian getting Nintendo Power issues in the mail when I was seven and eight. He’s twenty-two now and goes to college but he doesn’t live with us anymore. He moved out this summer to live with his girlfriend he ran into at school. She moved out of her parents’ house too so she and Brian found an apartment and moved in. Now they have jobs to help support each other living there. I can’t imagine doing school and work at the same time. Must be very stressful doing it. Brian says he works off and on. He leaves work to go to his classes and then comes back. He takes computer courses in college. He says he wants to work in a game company to help design videogames. He is a videogame fan. But he sure doesn’t look like one or act like one because he only has seven games for his Nintendo 64 and it’s the only system he has but actually he owns a Game Boy too but it’s the old one, the original. He left that behind when he moved out. Oh why couldn’t he pick the Nintendo 64 instead? Matthew Kelly and I loved playing it and then Brian had to go and move out and now we don’t have a Nintendo 64 anymore. It was his anyway because he bought it with his own money, now Kelly, Matthew and I are trying to talk Mom and Dad into getting us one but they keep saying the ‘n’ word.
No, it is. I call that the ‘n’ word. An answer kids don’t like hearing from their parents.
Then I got out of bed to get a drink of water. It was late at night. Everyone was in their rooms sleeping but not me, I’m a night person. I love staying up late until I get sleepy but on school nights, Mom makes us go to bed at ten.
I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I went to the cupboard to take out a glass but I heard something in the family room. Someone was sleeping on the couch again but this time it was Dad. Mom and him have not been sleeping together lately. For the past week, one of them has been sleeping on the couch. Sometimes Mom, then sometimes Dad. But the other thing I have noticed is they have been fighting almost everyday. First Dad starts to work more and then he comes home and what happens, they start to fight. Then yelling and screaming and things being thrown at each other. Then doors slamming, feet stomping, pounding, what’s next? Physical fighting, kicking each other out the house, name calling, and then the last thing had hit me. Something awful that happens in marriages but then can be a wonderful thing depending on what the situation is. DIVORCE.