• You could call this my fake-o diary, seeing as i have a real one. This is just something for me to do while I'm forced to sit in the library for all of first hour. This is going to be hands-down the worst three weeks of my life. For the purpose of background information, they took my car. Yeah. Dad was being an asshole and I told him about it and POOF! My car's gone until March 3rd. It's February 12th right now, so we have awhile. The bell just rang. First hour's starting. If this were last semester, I'd be in Mr. Bondroff's US History class right now. I went to AP at the semester. I have to get into college, right? Which reminds me, we have a quiz today. Two quizzes, actually. One in AP history and one in AC English. Good thing I finished the book. I like the library while most people have class. There are about fifteen other people in here with me but they're quiet. People are rude as hell in the library before school. Michael warned me about that before I came here. He said it's just a place for people with no work ethic to hang out and skip class. You do have to sign in and everything, but you could lie and claim not to have a first hour or a second hour or whatever. It's not that hard. On Sunday night, I realized that I really miss my brother. I wish we saw each other more. Most of my friends see their siblings a lot more than I see Michael. He was always the guy who was there for me. We got a lot closer after I got into high school. The only times I realize I miss him are when I'm going through a really hard time or clash with Mom and Dad or have a question about something I know he'd help me with. I'm bored. And kind of tired. I'd be waking up right now if I was clear with Dad. Maybe this will be negotiable in a few weeks. I miss my car. Dad took away my independence, which is what hurt the most. Damn, this library is cold. I'm wearing my letter jacket and I'm still freezing my ass off. That's all I have for today. Until tomorrow.

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