Hi everyone,
I've just had two crappy days straight- halloween and today, All Saints Day. It's not anyones fault, implicitly; It just happened.
I'll lay the groundwork for the situation so that you can understand. My mom and dad are on a cruise with my grandma for twelve days, and after that they'll be in florida for a week to get her settled in her florida home. My grandpa is taking care of me- but I miss them. A lot.
Anyways, usually on Halloween my family and I, and in the past year Mom and Dad and I don't trick or treat. We get candy from the neighbors in exchange for giving them pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies, get pizza for dinner, and rent a movie to watch downstairs with all of the lights off so that trick-or-treaters don't think we're rude. 'cause we don't really celebrate halloween besides those things. So this year they're gone and it's just me and grandpa, and they (my parents) gave me permission to go trick-or-treating with a friend. I set it up with my best friend that lives close by for her to call me at 7:30 to meet to go trick-or-treating, cause she was managing the face painting at her church's trunk-or-treat, and 7:30 is when she'd be done.
So I was excited the whole day: I delivered cookies, did my schoolwork, and worked at my grandma's house, all cheerfully because the night promised to be great and I've never been trick-or-treating before. I have a really cool and authentic looking Jedi costume that I wanted to wear, complete with cloak and boots. I ate pizza for dinner with my grandpa (that didn't change) and waited. And waited. And then it was 7:30. I waited some more; until 7:45, and then I called her. Her mom answered and told me that my friend was still at church, but should be home soon. Reassured, I played on the computer and waited some more. I waited for another forty-five minutes, and no one called. Finally I called her house again.
And do you know what her mom told me? 'Oh, Grace went trick-or-treating with her little sister'. It just hit me like a ton of bricks that I had waited
the entire day, and I'd been looked over. Forgotten. Not even called. She called later and I borrowed a movie from her but hung up on her, and when she came with the movie I slammed the door in her face, but we're made up today. But still; it was a pretty nasty day.
Today I was excited. I thought that maybe it would be better today, and all would be well- like in the poem:
All shall be well, and all shall be well. One of my sister's good friends who I am also good friends with was going to take me riding today on her horse. I called her at noon and she said she'd call me a bit later so that I knew when it would work that day.
She never called. I waited all day. I played with a friend, but I spent the majority of the day just waiting, and waiting, and waiting... I called her at the end of the day. She didn't pick up, but she called me later.
I think that these situations could have been remedied if
People had called people! It's not awfully hard to make a little phone call to tell others that things wouldn't work out, or at least to say that you're not sure. It's one thing not to be able to do something, and another to be left in the dark.
Hopefully tomorrow is a better day.
"After all, tomorrow is another day," -Scarlett O'Hara.-Tina
