Kill Me

Seriously, I'm about to have one of the WORST nights of my life. Although they all usually suck.

-What just happened several minutes ago? The fact that my family wants to kill each other much of the time and my life sucks like hell (pardon my french)blowing up in my face. Again. Heres how it went:
Sophia was on the computer doing homework, she got up for a moment to get something. Monique hopped on and decided she would check her email even though she still has homework. Monique shoved Sophia after she said something and Sophia started screaming about it (because she is rediculously over dramatic). I had been tuning my guitar, so I screamed for them both to stop. After some more heinous arguing on that stupid matter Sophia got the computer back. Monique came into the living room and Sophia came out to do another something. Sophia acted incredibly stupidly and jabbed Monique in the shoulder with her pencil as she passed. So I had to jump off the couch to basically save Sophia from Monique's homicidal rage. I shoved Monique back with my awesome were-person/adrenaline pumping/pms hormonal imbalance/13 year old powers and gave her arm a good tight squeeze while screaming at her to stop.
Unfortunetly Monique starts crying at even the slightest amount of pain so I let her up. Now Sophia was cowering somewhere on the couch as Monique started screaming "I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!! YOUR THE WORST SISTERS IN THE WORLD, YOU DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT ME AT ALL" which is all untrue. As Monique continues her rant and I keep screaming at her to some being such and itiot the worst possible thing happens: the phone rings. And god forbid it be someone like my dad or simone or something, nope. It's my mom. Isn't this story going so wonderflly freaking well so far?! ((and for sticklers on grammar and spelling? Get the freck over it because I'm still so worked up I'm lucky I can even type))So Monique snatches up the phone and starts wailing to mom how horrible we are and how I "nearly broke her arm" Oh yeah right monique, yeah right. So the following phone conversation includes me very quickly explaining to mom the story, monique throwing herself at my back so hard once that it still hurts, then monique using the phone to tell her side, then mom back on the phone with me screaming that she will deal with it when she gets home and we are not to say anything to eachother. That is why my night is goign to go from bad, to viciously awful.
I then buried monique in a world of (hopefully) emotional hurt as she proceeded with her bad, repetative comebacks.

"What is wrong with you!? You just had to start wailing to mom about how terrible we are and how mistreated you are! Didn't you, welp?" -me, obviously I get savagely pissed off real fast.
"Why are you so mean to me?! You don't care about me at all. I-HATE- YOUUUUUU!!!!" -said in a scream by monique. I'm proud to say after the phone call I didn't touch her, not once. I did scream in her face (once) and bombard her with logic, and spit at her (once, I missed), but I never layed a finger on that ungrateful she-wolf. Now we're all sitting silent, Monique in the back doing something I sicerely don't care about, Sophia hear doing her homework, and me blogging.

Unfortunetly I can't truthfully say I wouldn't care if she jumped in front of a bus or something. She's my sister. But I swear sometimes I get so sick of her I'd like to beat her to a pulp, but I'd never touch her face because I hate how face injuries look. But god how I HATE her sometimes, how I hate her...
I wouldn't even mind if mom beat us or something, in my opinion it would be better than her screaming at us all the time. My life is over. How did it get like this? I don't know...

If I'm still alive after the seething, scathing, homicidal, raucous yelling we will all get when we come home, I'll blog again.

If I die, Simone gets as many books as she wants, as well as all my witchcraft supplies. Simone is also to show my blog to my parents so they now how my life has been. Someone will need to get scaly published, and would someone please leave the maximum ride movie(s), blood and chocolate, and all the harry potter movies buried above my grave so I can veiw them in the summerland. Simone gets some of my christmas presents, orphans get the others. My laptop may be searched but under no circumstances may ANYONE cahnge any files, if so I will haunt them as a screaming banshee till the day they die. IMPORTANT: sign me up for organ donation immediately.

taking last breaths and hopin simone reads this soon -Flickering_Heart/Gabrielle: Loving sister and daughter, loyal friend, and animal lover. No crosses please, I'd like a pentagram on my headstone.