07.10.2013, Monday, 3:42 pm


Went through the Monday morning blues this morning. Not because it was the abrupt end to my gloriously liberal weekend, either. But because of the fight. A minor conflict that gradually increased to World War Three. A small issue that could be solved in seconds with a calm mind and the presence of a non-angry human. Unfortunately, we had neither of the aforementioned, so our quarrel did, in fact, escalate into a HUGE fist-fight that had it’s share of blows.

In the end, Kathryn’s bruises got SO bad that she ran and sneaked on me. To DAD. Well, that TOTALLY got me into hot water. I mean, dad is SUPER strict about obedience and behavior and non-violence and stuff like that. So you can guess how much trouble I was in when Kathryn slid next to dad and was all, ‘Daddy, Taylor just poked me in the eye with a pencil and called me a nerd!!’ She screamed, stomping her legs like a typical BRAT. So, obviously, dad was like, ‘Taylor, come here this instant,’ in his I-mean-business voice and I gulped real hard and stammered, ‘Yes-s, D-dad-d??’ And then what COULD have been a perfectly pleasant evening, it turned into a let’s-Taylor-all-she-does-wrong event [thanks to dear darling Kathryn].

Anyway, the worst part is that once I returned from school, mum was all alone, hunched up over the iPad mini in the hall. I kissed her hello and asked where dad was. ‘He’s away on a business trip, Taylor,’ -the Taylor part stung because mum never calls me buy my name- I nodded solemnly and was about to head into my room when she added, ‘Oh, and before I forget, you need not bother to dress up for karate today. Your father and I have decided that as your behavior is not exactly up to the mark now a days, we have decided to put your extracurricular activities on hold for a while, and if you don’t improve, we may even have to discontinue your external classes,’ she informed.

My heart skipped a beat as my little world, my cozy universe, came crumbling down beside me. I thought I didn’t hear right. But I didn’t bother to ask my mum to repeat herself, because I knew that my not thinking I heard correctly had nothing to do with my hearing. [Okay, maybe I haven’t been stressing too much on the fact that karate is really important to me considering how busy I have been with narrating the other stuff that happens in and around my life [and seriously, would you REALLY like to hear how high I kicked last class?? I would think not]]

So here I am, opening my soul, revealing my secrets, having a conversation with a book. [I have SO got to visit a therapist ASAP] Humph.