We're FREE!!!

                                    

                                          
January 24
                          
Wow. Well, how do I put this? We finally got out of Ebony's house. 
                          
When I got up this morning, Ms. Dolly next to me on the couch (she'd been comforting me about my sore throat), I told Ebony's mom that I had to go to the doctor today because I could barely swallow. The woman said she needed Mrs. Biggs' number, and I gave it to her, not knowing why she needed it and hoping she wasn't trying to get us to go over there because even though we want to really badly, we can't now. 
                          
While I was straightening my hair, Ebony's mom said that when I was done in the bathroom, she needed to talk to me. I decided to go ahead and come out to see what she had to say. Brienna said, "You're in trouble," as I passed her. Which was odd, considering she was in trouble, too. 
                          
The first thing Ebony's mom told us was that we needed to get all our stuff packed up and get out of her house. She said she had read what I had put in my DIARY (which is strictly private, by the way) about all the bad things we were doing. I was appalled that she had read my diary, considering Brienna is the only person allowed to read that. So now she knew about the wasting of the food, the spit on the floor and counters, and the pee all over the bathroom. I didn't even bother to tell her that I had felt bad and decided to stop. Brienna had even ESPed me yesterday and told me we had gotten our anger out and now it was time to stop. 
                          
Ebony's mom also said that she knew that our mom was mad about the dog at the boarding place, and that if our mom didn't understand why Rebel couldn't be there with us, then we were completely out of touch with reality. Wait until our mom heard that one. 
                          
The woman said she had already spoken to another family friend and that she was going to tell our principal. Like, really?! Why does he need to know? I texted him first before she got to him. 
                          
Then as Brienna and I were walking outside with my stuff, Bri told Ms. Scarletissa and Ms. Dolly (who were standing out there) that we'd been kicked out. Then she told Ms. Madison. We waited for Ebony's parents to take us home. Her mom had also thought we were wiping boogers on stuff, and she said we had better not wipe boogers on the seat of the truck. But I didn't remember wiping boogers on anything before. 
                          
Ebony's mom kept getting on the phone the whole time in the truck, and Bri and I would get worried every time someone called her because we were scared it was someone who'd found out what we'd done. 
                          
Brienna and I really got scared when they pulled into the jail. Had we really been that bad that we had to go to jail??!! It was like, Man, they really do overreact about everything.
                          
But they were just trying to see if it was okay to drop me off home. It was because I'm 17, almost grown. The officer asked me what my reason for doing what I did to their house was, and she was nice about it, and I told her. I almost started crying talking about Rebel and why I was so attached to him. My mom got me that dog when my dad passed away. She said that if I was 18, I'd go to jail for vandalism, and that if they had decided to press charges today, I'd be going before a judge.
                          
We left, and we went home where I had to get all my stuff out of the truck myself. The parents left me and Brienna there with Ms. Scarletissa, Ms. Dolly, Destiny, Bronson, Charlene, Madeline, and Daniel. We had my dogs Rascal and Ranger in the house. My mom had called 3 times and left 3 voicemails and I was scared to check them because she had found out what happened and would most likely be really mad. So I talked to Ms. Scarletissa, Ms. Dolly, and Brienna while I was waiting for her to call again. It wouldn't let me call her. I also needed to get to a doctor because I was so sick. If strep throat isn't treated, it could lead to heart disease. 
                          
I finally talked to my mom and she was mad but she didn't sound mad. 
                          
My next-door neighbor brought me some food and medicine to help me feel better since he couldn't take me to the doctor. 
                          
Then I got this long text from Ebony: 
                          
"Wow you have some real problem we let you in our home because no one else would let you in theres and I see why and we interrupted our family time to deal with you or Christmas our Christmas Eve and our New Years just to put up with you we have been nothing but nice to you and you have some real nerves doing childish stuff like that when are you going to grow up and act like a adult your 17 and you act like you 3 years old Camille doesn't even act like that you are so irresponsible you just let your dog crap all in the house and don't even care and you just leave messes everywhere you go and don't even bother picking it up they went out of there way to pick you up and take you in as there own child and you repay them by being childish I hope you ashamed of your self and hope you have a reality check cause you need one bad you don't just got stomping you way through life and making plans to make people mad cause things don't go you way like peeing all over the toilet and on the floors and on the walls who does that that's something a baby would don't Camille doesn't even do that why would you do that we took you in and this is what you do my mom put this a little bit nicer but I am not I have been holding it in since you got here and now I am letting you have it cause you have gotten on my last good nerve you have treated my room like crap and the rest of the house just because your mad over some little dog grow up really grow up your a messy immature slob who doesn't have any respect for anyone's stuff and who would waste food jus cause they are mad about a dog put water in the trash bag so it will leek and the juice in the pantry real mature and the gram crackers blaming it on the 3 year old and I bet your probably proud of the crapy things you have done but you should cause your a crappy person you don't treat other people's stuff like this and you said if your not happy you going to make sure we aren't happy well news flash we are happy now that we don't have to deal with you anymore and that we can get back to our normal happy family without you here messing things up and acting like a baby you need to know that the world doesn't revolve around Marisa and if she's happy or not cause in the end you are living alone while we have each other you could have been living with us if you weren't such a pain well I hope you have enough food to last you and you don't waste it cause your mad we'll have fun alone"
                          
It took me a while and I wasn't going to respond, but I ended up saying: 
                          
"Well you know what you don't know my story and all I have been through, don't assume you know anything about me when you don't, and I know what I did was disgusting and immature & all, but what happened with my dog was not ok with me, and to be completely honest, I did not like the way you treated him and the way you guys would leave him in a cage and he would cry and you would say shut up, because the truth is, even though he is a dog he has feelings too. Sorry to break it to you, but he does. I won't have anyone treating me or him that way and I know I shouldn't have done what I did but it's not my fault you and your mom and dad get uptight about everything pertaining to the accidents the dog made in the house when I TRIED to train him. I would hate to live there to be quite honest 😂 I wanted to leave the first week. But I didn't say anything because you'd all get uptight and butthurt over that, too. I understand you & your parents being upset about the stuff I did, but obviously no one understood how I felt when I was crying, and also trying to train the dog. Obviously that doesn't count. And just FYI, my diary is my business, and I'm sure your mom would not like it if I snooped through her belongings. And for the record, you have nerve calling me an "immature slob" but you're too lazy to get up and clean and help around the house yourself so you get your siblings to do it for you. You might want to do some growing up yourself. So, I just wanted to say, I'm glad I am out of that house and do not have to be around any of you any longer. Now I'm blocking you and anyone else in your family who's number i have so I don't have to listen to your bull crap. Deuces! ✌🏼️"
                          
What do you guys think?? 
                          
I laid on the bed talking to Bronson about everything and I'm surprised he didn't break up with me over this. 
                          
I talked to my mom a couple more times and she said to wrap the Christmas ornaments up and put the snowflakes on the tree. I complained but later, Brienna, Dolly, Madeline, and I were taking ornaments off the tree and wrapping them up. We wanted Mama to come home to at least see a lot of the job done. 
                          
Xoxo~ M