Life and Death

Last night I walked into Breezy’s bedroom, which was in the middle of being transformed into our room, sat down in the corner between Alex and Breezy, and said, “I need a couple of shots.” Yesterday was unbelievable.

It started off with the arrival of the moving crew of two, who packed our furniture and boxes into two Pods. I got ready to go petition at the library and gathered up the fishbowl. Breezy and I had decided it was in Fishy-Ponton’s best interest for him to go to a pet store that will rehome fish. As I drove, I made sure to stay on the brakes and drive as smoothly and perfect as I could. It was going great, until I missed the street and made a sharp right turn into a neighborhood street. As you might guess, the fishbowl completely flipped over and landed bottom side up, water and fish going all over the passenger seat floor.

After I managed to stop the car and pick up the fishbowl, it had already been seven or eight seconds. Then I had to find the fish, throw him into the bowl, while desperately scooping water off the ground. He didn’t make it.

Long story short. I get home and he is still alive. How?

What I especially wasn't expecting was Will drama.

I spent an hour driving around, searching for my him, when he refused to answer his phone and it was time to go to dinner. Nerves turned to dread...had he and his girlfriend Carissa run away? I asked everyone I saw, had they seen a young couple of 13 and 14 walking around?

An hour later my mom finally called. Clackamas County had picked him and his friends up. They vandalized a foreclosed house and were drinking. At first I was so relieved that he was safe I burst into tears. Jail is bad but jail means he's local and that he isn't running away.

But the fact that my 14 year old brother is charged with burglary and an mip is enough to turn half the hairs on my head gray.  Aiiii