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Today was a turning point in my life. I was disowned by my
grandfather. That's right. Disowned. Hank's
most likely never getting a car in High School. But I saved
100% in Car Insurance so take that Geico!!!!
Alright. This is what happened.
This morning at 8am CST, my grandmother came downstairs. And
right off she talked about my not meeting expectations for my TiP
class. I've been hearing about the TiP thing since halfway
through the first week of TiP. So I'm tired of hearing of it, and
I express that.
4pm comes. It's time for me to go do my strength training.
So I ask to go to the YMCA. My grandmother won't take me until I
apologize. I don't feel I have a need to apologize so I
don't. So I ask my grandfather to take me. And he was about
to. Then my grandmother talked to him and I got denied.
Then my grandfather asked me to explain myself. Tell him that I
didn't want to hear about my TiP Class failures went over badly.
It was like: "You're 15! You're a child! What you want
doesn't matter!" And I get slightly upset. But I really
need to do my strength training so I get up saying that I'm gonna walk
to the YMCA.
Bad move.
I'm halfway up the stairs and my grandfather grabs me by the arm
yelling and swinging at me. I grab his swinging arm and we stay
still for a second. Then I start to pull away trying to get up
the steps. Now my grandfather turns 79 on August 1st and weighs
216 pounds, but he's 5'8". So I'm tempted to pull with all my strength but I
stop realizing if I do so I'll smash my g-father's face into the
stairs. So I'm like, "Granddaddy, I don't want to hurt you, let
go. You're 79 years old!"
So he does let go eventually. And he's like, "Get out!" So I go to my room and pack up everything.
Just as I'm about to hit the road for good, my grandmother
intervenes. Which is really good, since I'm 80+ miles from my
house in GA, and all of the friends I could stay with. But
they're both convinced I need to go to a mental institution and my
grandfather's adamant about putting me in a Juvenile Group Home.
Then they called my mother and told her to contact my father. My
father recently moved into the Stone Moutain area. I've only seen
him 3 times my entire life, and the first of those times was on Sept.
28, 2003. So I don't know him at all. So then they talked
about sending me to live with him. Fortunately, he moved back to
Gary, Indiana. Thank the Lord for small things.
So I apologized. Which is the only reason I was able to
go to Strength Training today. But it wasn't good enough.
So my grandfather basically disowned me with these words: "Do
what you want. I'll have nothing more to do with the boy!"
So after I got back from Strength Training, I overheard my g-father
telling my g-mother that he'd just come back from the Chief of Police's
office. I have no idea what he did it, but chances are it had
something to do with me. And it's probably not a good thing.
So there basically goes my inheritance from him, as well as my car in
High School. Now my uncle's basically gonna beat my ass when he
finds out. He's 6'4" 220 pounds. I'm 5'11" 140
pounds. I don't stand a chance.
Quote of the day:
(SpaceBass): I owe the RIAA $881,850,000 dollars (for having 5,879mp3s)
P.S. I'm not pining over her. >.>; <.<;
Really I'm not.
P.P.S. I've been listening to this song since 4:30 PM CST. It is
now 10:13 PM CST. Crazy. I beat out my old record for Where
I Wanna Be by Donell Jones that I set last year at TiP West
Campus. 9 hours straight for that one. But that was only because I was doing it for the Talent Show.
WHY ME, LORD???!!!
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