Monthly Archives: October 2008

That Seven-Year-Old Criminal Mastermind.

Tonight the apparently torture-wanting parents are hosting a party at the open air reunion area for all the dressed-up apartment Cowboys and Sleeping Beauties. They taped a flyer to the inside of the elevator, complete with flowery script and happy pumpkins. Why they are doing this is a fact that escapes me. Three hours of [...]

No Matter How Badly I Hurt.

I skipped school today, again. Instead, I broke down in a gynocologist's office, ignoring the dirty looks of several oldsters (not that I can blame them. Think about it. Why would a sobbing teen in a dark-colored hoodie be in a gyno during a school day, one hand on her belly, accompanied by a grumpy [...]

Wish Me Luck.

I went to the hospital today. I was stabbed, mutilated and covered in goo various times. It was not fun. It turns out I have a cyst. In my right ovary. It’s most probably a dermoid cyst, which is sometimes filled with diverse types of cells. And by diverse types of cells, I mean hair [...]

My Fourteen Year Old Existence.

I am fourteen years old. My bathroom sink is lined with deodorant and acne cream, the mirror covered in Post-it notes and stickers. I’ve cried upon getting F’s, and I hate people who don’t deserve it. I pretend to be something I’m not, afraid that who I really am would scare prospective friends away. I [...]

Swelled And Broke.

It’s been raining, wildy and erratically, for the past few days. Spaniards like to call this weather “gota fria”, or “cold drop”. No, it’s not raining cough medicine. My mother is non-chalant about this weather, but deep inside, in some secret subconcious part of her, I know she hates it. She’ll pull out flashlights and [...]

My Mother Is The Master Of The Double-Cross.

The ballots came today, and, like all quick, devious creatures, my mother has discovered how to capitalize off our worst fears. Mother: If you don’t pick up your socks from the floor, I’m voting for McCain!