I hurt my ankle a few days ago. I woke up this morning and had trouble walking. I guess it's getting worse. I have to stop hurting myself. Anyway, I went to practice today, and the coach said to go to the sports medicine center. It's free. Payed for by the school. And they'll tell me what I have to do to play soccer. Sounds perfect, right? Absolutely no reason why I shouldn't go right away so I'll be back on the field tomorrow, right? "Yes, there are plenty of reasons." -My dad "You're quitting soccer." -My mom Sometimes in life, people are completely unreasonable and selfish. Oh, we're not going to Boston by the way. Something "came up". They won't tell me what, though. Wtf. I kind of hate my family. Everything I do is worth a nice new punishment. My mom honestly told me that it's my fault I've been to the hospital so many times recently. It's my fault that I broke my foot. It's my fault that my infected appendix burst. It's my fault that I twisted my ankle three times this week. Maybe it is my fault. Maybe I offended God. I give up. I'm not even going to try to justify anything anymore. I twisted my ankle on purpose. So my parents would have to take me to the free clinic a few blocks from the school that they won't actually take me to. My dad says "They'll just tell you to ice it and stay off it." But this isn't a regular doctor. It's a sports doctor who wants me to be back on the field playing soccer. And I can't march either, but I don't even care about that. I really like soccer. I know I won't get a lot of playing time, because I'm new and no good, but I still want to play and practice. Also, my grandma got a new car today, so I could finally take her old one! However... my mom called her as soon as she found out, and told her to get rid of the car, because she doesn't want me to drive something so embarassingly ugly. I don't care how it looks. I care about how it runs, like any person with a brain would. But my mom beat me to it, and my grandma won't let me have it without her permission. I'd kind of like to move about now. To Germany, perhaps. Grrrrrr.