They say just as with driving, you should never write when mad. Okay, maybe no one says that. And they really shouldn't. A lot of writers pen their best work when feeling highly emotional. Not only that, the same way it can be a stress relief, it can also be a way to vent. So allow me a few moments to do some venting.
What is it with high school girls today being such drama queens? Were they like then when I was in school? I really think I would have remembered that. No, even if they were, they were nothing like the demon seed that we have staying with us.
I've tried my best to be as patient as I could for as long as I possibly could. At least as much as I could for my personality. But it continues to be one thing after another.
Specifics? Where do I even start? How about her constant exaggerations to make herself look like a little a martyr. Ash goes running the streets with her little wanna be hoop squad boyfriend then comes home at 10 at night. Everyone's sleep. She rings the doorbell. I wake up and let her in. Days later, I find out from D that she tried to say she waited outside for 20 minutes while I sat there just watching tv.
Or how about the laziness factor? She comes home from school, goes right to her room, turns the tv on and hops on the phone. She used to get right on the computer but I squashed that by disconnecting internet to the other computer. She refuses to do any chores because then she's suddenly Cinderella and she's overworked. Even her own room stays filthy. Couldn't you at least keep your own room clean?!
How about the triflin' factor? She gets money from social security because of her dead dad. It goes to her bank account and she spends it frugally on herself, her friends and Banana Face (that's the hoop squad guy again, for those that aren't keeping up). She has had no drive to get a job. She doesn't want to earn money; she wants it given to her. A gold digger in training.
Not enough? How about the disrespectful factor. Whenever she's told to do something, the first thing she does is mouth of. No regards for profanity either. She also feels that she's somehow exempt from the rules of the house. There's the adult rules and the children rules. Yes, even at 17 you're still a child.
Naturally, I have to play the role of the big meanie and always be the authoritarian. It doesn't help that D is so enamored with the idea of finally having another female in the house that she pretty much lets Ash do and say whatever she wants. She's too interested in being her friend rather than her guardian. Unfortunately, the behavior is beginning to rub off on Brandin and Zeke. They're beginning to think that type of behavior is acceptable and I'm the only adult in the house to disprove that theory for them.
So I'm at the point now where she can't get out of this house soon enough for me. I see now why her mom is in such a good mood when D visits. Why wouldn't she be since she got rid of her biggest headache and it's now ours? No wonder Ash thinks her room has demons. It's her real brothers and sisters visiting trying to call her home.
Whew...I feel so much better.

