i come home from school and my mom starts yelling at me.... guess what about. that stupid charcoal drawing i had to do and how it is everywhere. i knew that shed flip out over it, and u know what it would be her fault why i get a bad grade in my drawing class because she wont give me a break. she says that it was all over the house. i swear she is making it up. she never seems to ever have anything nice to say to me ever!!! now i have to vaccum because everyone else mess is now mine.. it is all my fault dont u know.

ya know if she would just talk and ask me in a nice way it wouldnt be a problem, but that seems impossible to ask.