Alex & Andrea

Now, if there's one thing my new friends, Andrea & Alex, have thought me, it's this; life sucks, but you've got to deal with that. Now, I don't know about you guys, but that sounds like good advice to me.

I ran it by Dr. Roberts. He said it's an interesting theory, but how do I feel about it. I feel that, unless Dr. Roberts' has something productive to say, he should just shut up. No offense. (Thank god he doesn't read this.)

My dad showed up on Friday. Coincidentally, my mom and my grandma left right before her came. Surprise, surprise. I mean, honestly, can't they tolerate each other for one week? Andrea says it's cause, "They just aren't compatible. It's like trying to combine fire and ice; it can't be done." Is it just me, or is a 13-year-old more insightful than the 40-year-old my mom's paying to listen to me?

My life is strange...

Peace, Love, and Hot Dogs,
Lily S.

Niq

Niq is my best friend. She has been for as long as I can remember; even longer than Chessy has. Niq and I don't always see eye to eye, I'll give you that; but she was always there for me. She was there for me when I had my first crush and the first time I failed a test; she was there for me when my parents split up. You could say we're like sisters. (Closer than Niq is with her own sister.)

But, of course, like everything else in my life, our friendship just got screwed up. We're fighting over something really stupid.

Alex, the guy who lives next door, came over to my house one day, just to rub it in my face that he had cookies. Now, I don't know about you, reader, but I can't live without my cookies. So he told me that if I answered a question right, I'd get a cookie. He asked me who I'd save from drowning; him or Niq. I was so entranced by the cookie, I said I'd save him. And Niq, who was sitting on my sofa, (Like everyday.) went completely crazy with yelling at me, saying that I was an idiot for thinking that a cookie meant more than our friendship. Than, she yelled at my cat and walked out.

Now, I know what you're thinking, reader.

"That's really stupid. Stop hanging out with her. You could do better."

I know, I know. But she's my best friend. *sniff*

"But, she's only been your friend for a year. Why are you so upset?"

Because, dear reader, Niq has something special called superpowers. She can convice anyone in the world about anything. For example:

And what does this prove? That I suck at drawing with Microsoft Paint! :D

But, really guys. I don't just use her for her powers. She's my best friend and I love her to bits. I just wish she wasn't so hotheaded all the time.

Peace, Love, and Watermelons,

Lily S.

Michigan Is WARM!

Guess what, Internet! I'm in Michigan! Yup. Grandma, Grandpa, Mom and li'l old me are in a lakeside cabin right now. I finally got to use that internet card that Dad got me. So far, I saw a chick with pink and purple hair, (Mom called her a hooligan!) a dead squirrel, and a deformed Skittle! And the best part? There're twins in the cabin next door. They're the same age as me, which is awesome! Anyways, mom's yelling at me to get down there, so I gots to go!

Peace, Love, and Hamburgers,
Lily S.

Why You Never See Dr. Roberts Mentioned....

That guy is surprisingly busy! He takes two months off every year to go on vacation. I guess he'd need it since he works with crazies. I mean, I can call him on the phone but Dr. Roberts said only to call him if:

A) I'm dying.
B) I'm having a nervous breakdown.
C) I kill someone.
D) I try/am trying to kill someone.
E) I try/am trying to kill him.
G)I start drinking.
H) I get married.

Yup. Pretty basic list right there. Personally, I think the guy's taking a bit too many precautions. Dr. Roberts is right. I should tell him if I try to kill him.

Peace, Love, and Therapists,
Lily S.

Peaches

My mother won't let me get a dog. She says she hates the fur and the messes. Apparently, they make her mess-radar go haywire.

My mother goes to work at 11 AM in the morning and comes back at 7 PM. When she leaves, my job is to scare the groundhog away from our peach tree. But, sometimes, our neighbor's dog beats me to the punch.

Almost everytime I come outside, she jumps over the fence and runs over to my yard, barking at the groundhog. I pet her, give her treat and lead her back to her yard.

I suppose I should tell my neighbors that their dog can easily escape, but I don't know them that well. I only see a scary looking guy drive away every day and come back at night. He gives his dog two bowls of food and two bowls of water every day. He seems like he has a secret. So I fugire, why can the dog and I have one?

So every day she come flying into the yard, barking. And sometimes, if it's early enough, I bring her into the house and play with her a little bit. I think she thinks I'm her second owner.

I liked the thought of having my own secret dog so, I gave her a name. I named her Peaches.

Peace, Love, and Peaches
Lily S.

Normal

I don't have a lot of friends. Dr. Roberts says that it's cause I'm afraid to trust people, because of the Separation. Well, that's a bunch of crap. I was an outcast long before my parents decided to go ballistic.

Actually, I kind of think Dr. Roberts has a point. My parents have never been, well normal, to put it lightly. They never shared a bedroom, my dad was almost never around when I was a kid, and... they're just plain odd.They clash almost everytime they saw each other, even before the Separation. But, to be honest, I'm not even sure what normal is...

Peace, Love, and Drabbles,
Lily S.