A Birthdaty to Forget

June 1

Dear diary,
I just moved into the smaller bedroom since Amy got married and left. Boo-hoo! Dad said the old room was too big for one person. So I get stuck in the room at the bottom of the stairs…and I no longer have a fireplace! Oh well.

I decided to start you, diary, since I am feeling so alone. Miss having my sister to talk to…never had my own room. Good, you have a key, but I still have to find a safe place to keep it away from my snooping brothers. I hope I can remember tomorrow where I hide you.
Well…goodnight.


June2
Hi diary,

Glad I remembered where you were.

What a day! Work was insane! I am so tired of retail; I have to bite my tongue. Some of the customers are so rude. If I can just hold on for six more months. Sigh. Then I can go on my dream vacation. Go away with friends and lay on the beach.

I am saving tons of money by living at home. That’s the good thing. The only good thing about living here. Dad still doesn’t want me to drive. Can you believe that? He doesn’t want to “share the car and pay higher insurance premiums.” I even offered to help pay…but, no, he says. I guess that’s okay. I get around just fine on public transportation. The bus stops almost at the front door. Lucky me.

Toni called and wanted to hang out, but no way I could go dancing tonight. My feet are killing me. I just want to relax in my new room…without a fireplace.

Talk to you tomorrow.

June 3

Dear diary,
What a difference a day makes.

I am stoked! Had a great day! I had a customer who was loaded. He told me his daughter was about the same age and build as me, and could I fill the list he gave me? Sure, I said. This guy wanted everything from t-shirts to jeans, and not just one, but a dozen of each! I could smell his breath from clear across the counter, and it about knocked me out. I wondered where he had been drinking, and if he was driving. I also thought he might be sorry for all the purchases and bring them back when he sobered up. He told me his daughter was going away, and she hadn’t bought anything new for some time. She worked for him in his office and was due a vacation. He said he’d had a good year, and she was part of the reason. I was jealous and I didn’t even know the girl.

I knew the man was serious when he pulled out his black charge card to pay. His name was Tom Jeffries. Bet I’ll remember that. Whoopee! My boss even gave me kudos for the sale.

Toni and I are going out tonight. I won’t spend much money, just enough for gas .The rest of the night I’ll let someone else buy my drinks. The food is free.

June 4

Oh diary,


I don’t want to get up. I wish I could just stay in bed. My head is killing me. Damn! I fell asleep in my clothes. What a mess I am. I still have my makeup on.

I’m starting to remember last night. Yecch. I think I did a little too much celebrating. Wonder how many brain cells I killed? Thank goodness Dad didn’t wait up for me. I remember sitting down on the stairs and then sliding down them to my room. It was like I was at the fun house at Lakeside. Today I am a little stiff because of it.

I have to face all the chores laid out for us today. I hate Saturdays!!
Glad I had my fun last night.

Talk at you later. I need some more sleep.

June5

Hi diary,
Today was nice enough. The family went to church, and I helped Mom with Sunday dinner. At least I’ll be able to cook when I get married. Why do we always eat early on Sundays? Three o’clock again. I’m starved by eight. Today we had meatloaf and mashed potatoes, my favorite dinner. Sheesh! We go through ten pounds of potatoes, and I think my snotty little Ben eats four pounds all by himself. Mom gets upset when I call him a pig, but you should see his plate!

Dinner and dishes are a problem since Liz and Amy have married and left. I end up doing more than my share just to get them finished and out of the way.

Weird. When I was out on the porch this evening I saw a strange car parked across the street. Dad even noticed it, and when he went to see who was behind the wheel the car sped off. He just thought someone was resting, he said.

That was it. My big Sunday. Dinner

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: (c) Serena Axel 2011
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 11.03.2011
ISBN: 978-3-86479-052-2

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