I hated Friday.. grr. My parents lately have been putting a lot of pressure on me. I'm doing so much for them when even sometimes I needn't do so much. They told me to do better in school and I pulled my P.E. grade which was a 60 to an 80 in less than 2-3 weeks. I pulled my 60 in Biology to a freaking 70 in less than 2-3 weeks. And I'm maintaining every other grade as well as pulling those up. What more? Then I get crap about how I should do even better and get A+'s. I'm taking honors classes because my parents told me to, but then I get crap about WHY I should take such high classes..when they told me to take them! Horrible. Then finally, they start on my appearance. My dad said when I had gotten my hair cut that he liked it and that it looked really nice. My mom said it was okay, but questioned why I never keep my hair long. So a few days later, which in this case, Friday morning, my mom starts up about my hair and how she doesn't like it. Then my mom says that my dad doesn't like it either. Then why the fuck did he lie?! Why the fuck did she lie?! It got me so mad that my parents can be two-faced, even towards me. I hate them, I seriously hate them. Then I thought about everyone at school. Did they lie? Did they lie to make me feel better? And for that moment, I didn't trust anyone. That situation of pressure and complaints and nagging and emotional abuse just made me really mad and that's exactly what made me cry. I wanted to get out of the house, but I didn't want to go to school either. I just wanted to go. Everything I thought about screaming at my dad in the car, I couldn't. It never came out of my mouth. Brandon seemed really concerned when I came. Cause when Maria went to talk to someone, he moved closer and put his arm around me and asked what was wrong. And when he asked, and HOW he asked, made me feel that he really cared. And I could trust him. I just started crying. And he stayed. He didn't leave. He made me feel better just by being there. I can now tell him things that I sometimes can't tell others. Maria, then came and took it from there. And I told her what happened. Brandon listened also, so technically I told him too. Hannah came over and asked what was wrong. I wanted to tell her. But at the point in time I couldn't talk well.. by the time I was done telling Maria, I was sobbing. Later on Patty and Hannah and Maria, wrote me notes..the notes made me feel a lot better though. And in 5th period my day just got a bit worse. I had asked to go to the bathroom..and I had discovered my period started. I didn't have the stuff I needed for THIS situation, so I was doomed. Then in 6th period, it was embarassing, cause I was attempting to ask her if I could go to the nurse without people looking at me. By the time she called my name everyone was looking at me. I told her it wasn't a question for the class. so she says that to wait until after class. I was like...'wtf?' Then I had Kenny, and Hampton and Mac ask me what was wrong..I couldn't not tell them..Except for Mac, I could. Because I've known him long enough to tell him. I told him I'd tell him at his locker. And I did. But having everyone's attention including guys, was bad. Cause I couldn't tell them that I started my period though I had to go to the nurse to get the items I needed... Horrible day, horrible day. I'm out.