| Current mood: | bored |
| Current music: | Jessica Simpson & Nick Lachey - Where You Are |
-She tucked loose strands that had fallen against her cheeks behind her ears and quickly grabbed her laptop from atop the computer desk in her room. Turning it on, she logged into her account and pulled up the update page without glancing at her friend's page like she normally does. Sighing, she crossed her feet and lightly tapped her feet against the ground while thinking of what to write. She settled her fingers lightly over the keys and began writing, the clicking sound loud in the silence of her bedroom-
They've put me on room-punishment here. My fault, really. They blame me and Christian but I'm the one who provoked him and our friend Ben in a chair race down the hall. A chair race is when four people grab a two chairs. One person sits in the chair while the other pushes them. Whoever wins... well, they win. Christian and I were partners against Ben and Hailie, and we probably would have won if it hadn't been for stupid Melissa who had to get in our way, causing us to crash dead on into her, therefore breaking her arm. So our punishment is just to stay in our rooms. The only time we can come out is to eat and to see visitors if we get one. Speaking of, my brothers haven't visited me yet. Mom and Josh check in regularly to see how I'm faring, but I'm starting to think Benji and Joel have forgotten me. I did get a message from Joel the other day. Which was nice. It was unexpected and I was really absurdly happy hearing from him. I love my brothers a lot, no matter what happens to our family, I look up to them because they're my big brothers and they're there for me when I'm in trouble.
-Tilts her head up slightly, listening to the soft sound of Jessica Simpson's voice floating through the speakers of her radio before sighing and glancing back down at her screen.-
They're not letting me come home this summer. I'm not sure why. No one is going home. We're all staying here at the rehab center for our summer vacation, doing more "God loves me" exercises and singing Kumbayah around the dinner table while holding hands and swaying in the air. Okay, so maybe that was exaggerated, but you know what I'm saying. I think if I do one more "I have a problem and I'm learning to deal with it" session, my brain is going to explode. I know I have a problem. Isn't that why I'm here?
Kenneth and Cheslie called me the other day. My "friends" from back at Waldorf. The two that got me hooked on drugs in the first place. I was surprised to hear from them and I didn't even bother asking how they got the number to the rehab center. I mean, they know how to get whatever they want. They just know things. They asked if I wanted them to come up here to LA and smuggle in some drugs for me. Said they would get a third party to hold them while they came and brought me outside for "lunch". Normally, I'd probably jump at the chance to snort something up my nose or take a pill or two; anything to forget that I'm alive, but I surprised myself and them when I refused. So I guess this place really is working. The doctor that Mandy reccomended to me, Dr. Roberts, is really nice. I asked her how she knew Mandy, and a thought occured to me. I wondered if Mandy had done something she shouldn't have done before, but she said no. Dr. Roberts is just the family friend of Mandy's and had helped Mandy's older brother out of a few fixes in his past.
-Hears a knock on her door and softly calls out that it's open. Turns her head to her left and smiles when she sees Christian standing at the doorway, nodding her head when he asks her if she wants to catch something to eat down in the Hospitality Room. She watches as he enters and sits on her bed, reaching for one of her magazines to read while he waits for her to finish up whatever she's doing.-
Oh yeah. Christian and I are sort of dating. It's kind of exciting. He admitted to me yesterday that he's had feelings for me for a while but didn't know how to go about telling me. Since we're not really able to go out of the center, we opted instead of catching some snacks or just hanging out around the center as our "dates". It's been nice. Nobody here really knows that we're dating. They forbid dating around here. Which is stupid, I don't know why they have that rule. People sneak kisses around here all the time, and they know it. I better go though. Christian just came in and we're supposed to catch some brunch. So, see you later.
-Presses update and shuts off her laptop, turns in her seat and smiles over at Christian who stands up and asks if she's ready. She nods her head and stands up to leave with him.-
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