Samantha - Typical Drama.

Hi guys, Samantha here. I need to tell you what happened last night, it was just so strange. So, we were all in the living room (Minus Rebecca, of course.) when the phone rang. My mother went to pick it up, and after listening for a seconds, she called for Lilyana's mom. Aunty came down the stairs and took the cordless phone into the kitchen, where she is under the impression we can't hear her. Her conversation went something like this:

" Hi......oh. Ok. No, I don't rem - oh. Her, yes. The blonde? I can't remember. The kid? Yeah, sure. Like I could forget, right? Jesus Christ! Is she alright? Should I......are you sure? You will have to sometime, you know. She's fine. I don't think so. Will she be alright? Are you alright? Do you want me to..... ok, if you're sure. For how long? Why should I? I know about her. I don't care, really, I don't. I understand. Keep me posted.........what do you mean 'Am I seeing anybody'? What do YOU think! NO, I am not! How dare you say that - I never for a second! I care about her health - I would never hate a child for her mother! How could you think that of me! I NEVER SAID THAT! DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE! You KNOW I gave ou money for the hospit - I did NOT! You HEARTLESS thing!"

It was around that point that my mom made us go upstairs.

That conversation left me so confused. It sounded like Aunty was talking to my uncle (Ex-uncle?), she tends to use that tone with him. But what on earth were they talking about? Who is (it seems) sick, or hurt, that they were talking about? What child? What mother? I have no clue what they were yelling about. It is all so strange. I mean, she may not have been talking to him, but still...... What is going on? I am so confised here.

Samantha

Samantha - She's back.

Thank god, thank god, thank god. She came back last night. Just as if it had been what she'd said. No apologies, not a hint of anything to show that she realized that she was a day late. My mom got apoplectic, and threatened to ground her, but Rebecca said that she wasn't her mother, and couldn't control her. My mother said that was true, but she was responsible for her while she lived in our house, and would punish her as she saw fit. Rebecca said she didn't need to be punished. My mom said oh yes, she did, and she was sure her parents would say the same thing. Rebecca said that she didn't even know her parents, and she was sure they wouldn't give a damn, and anyway, she hadn't done anything wrong. My mom said that she'd talked to her dad. Rebecca said to stop lying. My mom said it was true. Rebecca screamed at her, and banged out of the room. Eeek. What a scene. My mother said that wasn't sure how she was going to live with this, and that she'd only taken Rebecca in as a boarder because she was a good person, and could look past somebody's problems, but if this was what she'd get in return, she'd send Rebecca back, and she didn't care exactly what she sent her back to, s long as she was somebody else's problem. She said a whole lot of other things to, but none of them were very nice. But gosh, I'm sure Rebecca deserved them. Even I don't yell at my mother like that. Rebecca is a pain. I wonder if it would be better if it was Rebecca who will leave instead of Samantha.

Speaking of moving, its taking ages. In books, its 'Oh, we're moving.' on Monday, and you're gone by next Saturday. Er...... so, so, not how it works. It's taking forever. Primarily because we haven't found a buyer for the house yet, and my dad says we should before we move. Well, if it takes any longer, I say to hell with a buyer! Much as I don't want to move, all this waiting is getting annoying. Can't we just DO something? I mean, sure, y parents have gone through all the stuff in the basement, and donated tons of old stuff, and stuff like that, but I wish we'd move already. This is some annoying, weird in-between limbo. That said, I do wish the four of us were not going to be split up! We'll miss Mellie so, so, much. Its like we're sisters, we've gotten so close. Well, except for Rebecca. But still. Much as i hate this limbo, I'd rather be in it forever then have Mellie leave. There must be a way to let her stay. There must be. mellie will be home soon, as will Lily, and when they are, we'll have a family meeting. And hope it won't be as chaotic as last time.

Samantha

Lilyana - Chaos and discord (again)

Hey guys, its Lilyana. I’ve been thinking about how much work needs to be done before the move! I mean, look at our room. We probably have a lot of stuff we don’t want any more, and a lot of stuff we could throw away, especially if our new room is smaller then this one. Samantha also really needs to sort through all her stuffed animals; she has far to many. It would also be nice to get rid of some old furniture (like our desk!) and get some new ones. But I’m not sure if that’s going to happen; furniture is expensive. What we’d really like is the roll top desk from American Girl, but (again) its kind of expensive. It would also be great to have a bookcase, because we have a lot of books. We could also put the mice on the bookcase, and our Our Generation dolls. Moving is definitely going to be a challenge, but I think it’ll be fun to organize our new room, and pack all our stuff, and everything. I like organization, and cleaning. Its really fun. Its nice to now everything has a place and can be put in that place, and when you do it will look nice.

Yesterday, we had a family meeting about the move. Samantha said it would be a good idea so we could “Get Our Priorities Straight”. Anyway, we all traipsed into the living room, and waited for Samantha to start speaking. I was curled up on the big green armchair, and had my chin in my hand, the rough velvet scratchy against my bare feet.

“Ok guys.” Samantha began. “I know we all have some….er…concerns about the move.”

“No kidding.” Snorted Melanthe. Samantha turned to her.

“Well, Mellie, I guess that’s true. And I guess we should talk about that problem first, OK?”

“Whatever.”

“Ok, Melanthe, Rebecca, I know its going to be hard having one of you leave, but there’s no point denying it. We’ve gotta decide.”

“I’m not leaving.” Intoned Rebecca flatly. Samantha turned to Melanthe, palms raised. Melanthe raised a ginger eyebrow at her.

“Yes, Samantha?”

“Now Melanthe-””

“If this is going to turn into another stupid conversation about all the merits of me LEAVING, then I’m out of here.”

“No, Mellie. Stay. I just thought if you found some really nice girls to board with, that would be ok, right? Remember, that girl Teresa who looked super nice?"

“NO, Samantha. Not right. I have just as much right here as anybody else does. And that includes Rebecca. I was here before her! Why, then, am I the one you all want gone.”

“Mellie, we don’t all want you gone, you know that.” I said.

“Yeah. Sure, Lilyana. As long as it suits you.”

“Whats that supposed to mean?”

“YOU aren’t in any danger of leaving. You can afford to be nice.”

“Melanthe, that’s crap.” Said Samantha. “Don’t turn on Lily because she’s NICE.” 

“I’m not leaving.” Rebecca repeated.

“Oh yeah, miss ‘I’m such an aloof dancer?’? Why is that, then? Answer me that, Rebecca.” Rebecca didn’t say anything, just crossed her arms over her chest and looked out the window out onto the street, where we could see a dusky brown cat chasing a bird, leaping at it and batting it with outreached claws. “Exactly.” Melanthe snarled.

“Melanthe, calm down.”

“Yeah, Lily. Sure.”

“I just don’t see why Rebecca can’t-”

“Of course you don’t! You don’t see anything about me! You’re just a vapid, mindless Barbie doll obsessed with tanning and shopping!”

“Oh? I can’t see? You don’t care about anybody but yourself, Rebecca. You are so selfish, so wrapped up in yourself! You don’t care about me, what I feel, as long as you’re happy.”

“That’s not - ”

“Uh-huh. Like you always say, Rebecca. Well, it true. You’re just such a selfish, messed up freak.’

“I-”

“Oh yeah, deny it. Like you always do. You know what, I’d rather leave then be here with you.”

“Melanthe, please-”

“Stick up for her, Lilyana, go on. You know whats up with her, don’t you?”

“Just shut up, Melanthe! Just shut up! You are just so shallow, so stupid, so annoying! I don’t understand why you are being so mean. You have other options, I don’t. You can find another, better, place, with people that are more like you. Why can’t you just pack up your bags and go! Just go! We’d all be happier here without you. Nobody here like you!” She screamed, and I mean SCREAMED.

“Rebecca-” Samantha said, starting forward.

“Rebecca, please, you need to- ” I began.

“Rebecca, you are such a-” began Melanthe. Rebecca lunged forward, and shoved Melanthe into the bookcase. Melanthe screamed, and covered her head with her arms, ducking out of the way as a couple books tumbled off the shelf, her read hair flying. Rebecca stared at Samantha, her eyes wide and kind of strange. Then she ran from the room. We heard the front door slam.

Well. Just another strange, weird day in our house. That was yesterday. Today, I think all of us are still kind of shocked. Rebecca was, I think, out on the roof all night. I could hear the faint strains of her guitar in my dreams.

Lilyana

Samantha - Fighting.....

I don’t know where to start! Yesterday was an utter madhouse once Melanthe came home. Everybody else elected me to write the post about it, because Melanthe is to angry and bias towards herself, Lilyana didn’t hear the whole thing, and Rebecca refuses. I don’t really know why. Honestly, I don’t know why anybody does anything anymore, especially Rebecca. But enough about that, I have a story too tell. Ok, here goes. I was reading an American Girl magazine on my bed, and Rebecca was practicing her guitar when Melanthe came home. Lilyana was downstairs helping her mother make dinner. Melanthe stormed into the bedroom, hands on hips.

“Alright, guys.” She snarled. “Out with it! Tell me about the move, Okay?” I put down the magazine.

“ Well, we’re moving.” I said, trying to stay as calm a I could. Rebecca was still quietly plunking at the guitar strings. “We’re moving to a house on Ellis Ave. Its really very nice.”

“Yes. AND?” I knew what she’d meant as soon as she’d said it, from the way she’d said it. Maybe if i hadn’t read her blog entry, I might have thought my mother or somebody else had told her we were moving, But I just knew she’d read the blog from the tone of her voice. But I had to answer.

“And…..Our bedroom is to small four all four of us. The house just isn’t right.”

“And HOW many bedrooms are there, Samantha?”

“Well……six.”

“There you go. You and Lily can share, Rebecca and I can, though god knows I would rather not. We’re the boarders here – It makes sense. There’s no reason for ANY of us to leave!”

“No, its not like that. One room is for my parents, one is for Lily’s mom, one is for Sara, one is for Melanie, one is for us, and the sixth we’re turning into Lily’s mothers office. You see, there is just no room, Mellie.”

“Well, why does Lily’s family have to stay with you, huh? Why can’t they go somewhere else? This is so stupid, Lily’s mom doesn’t need an office, anyway.”

“Yes - ”

“This is all Lily’s fault, her fault for her stupid, fricking family coming here and messing up all of our lives!”

Of course, that’s when Lily came in. She paused in the doorway, her blue eyes wide, taking in the scene. She gave me an stare, which said “Oh My God!”, and scuttled across the room to stand quietly next to her bed. Melanthe turned her back on Lily, and was then facing Rebecca.

“Well, what about her?” She said. Rebecca stood up.

“Well, what about me, Melanthe?”

“Why can’t she leave, huh? She’s not been here as long as I have, if anyone has to leave, its HER!”

“ I can’t - ”

“Oh, you can’t. That’s right, of course you can’t. Of course Its ME who has to leave. Nobody even asked me!”

“Melanthe,” I said. “You said you were thinking about it, we looked at all those people at the Travelling Stars website!”

“I didn’t realize you were serious! And why didn’t you do that with Rebecca, huh? Why did you just assume it was ME that had to leave?”

“I did look with Rebecca, we sent a few emails-”

“And did SHE get any responses?”

“Well no, but you got loads, so it makes sense-”

“What? That I get to leave? And why didn’t Rebecca get any responses? Tell me that, Samantha!”

“Sometimes it takes a while - ”

“Yeah, sure. “Takes a while.” Don’t kid with me Samantha, this is EMAIL! NOT snail – mail. Its INSTANT! It doesn’t 'Take A While'!”

“ I tried, Mel.”

“Yeah, whatever Rebecca. Tell me this, OK? What is so WRONG with you that nobody will take you, huh? Are you really that weird that NOONE WILL REPLY? What was on your form, Rebecca? What was it that makes nobody want you as a boarder? Are you that much of a freak, Rebecca? It must be something really bad that nobody even replied. Tell me Rebecca, come on, OK? Why don’t you, huh? Out with it, or is it really just your overall freakiness? Dear GOD, you must be really MESSED UP THAT NOBODY even WANTS you! And why can’t you go back home, Rebecca? Why don’t they want you at home, either? Even your own FAMILY doesn’t want you anymore. God, why should WE even have to LIVE with you? We don’t even know whats WRONG WITH YOU! YOU COULD BE A SICOPATH, REBECCA! Get out, Rebecca. Nobody wants you here, you’re sick, OK? Just get out, you freak, you freak, you freak, you - ”

“SHUT UP!”

But it wasn’t Rebecca who ran across the room and slapped Melanthe in the face. It was Lilyana.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Lilyana knows, doesn’t she? Lilyana knows your dirty little secret. Doesn’t she? She knows what you’re running from.”

Rebecca stood there, dumbfounded, then went over and sat on the bed, with her back to us. Lilyana went over and sat next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Melanthe stormed out of the room, and we heard the bang of the screen door.

 Well, that was yesterday. Melanthe slept over at Maddi's, and she’s not back yet. Rebecca is still ‘sulking’. Lilyana is at the stables, she probably won’t be back for a while. I guess I’ll start finding an outfit for the party. It seems eerily calm here after yesterday. Like a lull before a storm. Strangely calm. I wish Rebecca would start playing her guitar, at least it would make some noise.


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