Thursday, February 26, 2009


I can't believe this. I haven't said ANYTHING since Sunday.
But not a lot has happened. There were like two major events this whole, and one of them is still happening. And it's not wonderful. Or spectacular. Or awesome. It's not even a quarter-way good!
Yesterday Mom and I were reading and I itched my head, and it's been itching for a while, and I felt something, and I pinched my fingers together and pulled it out and there was a big, fat louse.
"Oh, God! Moooom! Is this a lice?" I shrieked.
"Hold still!" Mom jumped on top of me and pulled it off my chest, then inspected it.
"It is!" She gasped. She pushed me into the bathroom and got out the lice kit. Mom's had lice before, and not too long ago either, so we still had a lice removal kit.
Anyways, Mom would have to do the treatment on me, with my long hair. Luckily I don't have to get it cut, since she got it all out, but Mom made me get naked right in front of her and she had to do the treatment, and I sat in the tub for like an hour, wondering what little pests were still alive up in my mess of hair. The stuff was really minty smelling and strong. It stung my nose a little.
Anyways, then Mom had me get out and she combed the bugs out with a little metal brush. That might sound like it would've hurt, but it felt good. It was like itching my head for me and pulling out the lice.
Mom didn't find any live lice, and she combed out like ten, plus eggs. No wonder the Head and Shoulders wasn't helping my itchiness!
So I stayed home from school today while the maids, and Mom, cleaned the whole house.
But Mom really did quite a job on my hair, and it's CURLY. UUUgggHHH. Mom has to sterilize my straightener, so I'm miserable. =[
Monday and Wednesday were normal, but Tuesday was ... OMG. After school when I was getting my backpack, Perez dared to approach me. He's been hiding from Peter, who's gotten really obsessive over me. Georgia says it's unhealthy how attached he is, but Perez loves me too much to let me go, so he talked to me.
Perez told me a joke, I laughed, and suddenly Peter was right behind him, his face red with fury. He shoved Perez into me, and we landed on the ground in a heap. Peter picked up a shocked Perez and grabbed onto his shoulders, pushing Perez up against a locker.
Kids started to gather, and some of the teachers peered out of their doorways to see what was happening.
Anyways, Perez kneed Peter in the crotch, and Peter fell to the ground, moaning. Perez tried to get away, but Peter tripped him and Perez's face smacked the ground. He stood up and faced Peter, who's hands were in fists.
Perez threw the first punch and nailed Peter right in the jaw. But Peter bounced back and punched Perez in the stomach. By then I was on my feet and I jumped in the middle, protecting Perez.
"Move, Zoe," Peter growled.
I shook my head.
"He's trying to take you!" Peter yelled, his voice rising to a squeak.
"No," I snarled at him.
Then a teacher finally stepped in and pulled Peter away. Two other teachers came and held Peter to the ground as he yelled and spat and swore.
"Perez?" I cradled his face in my hands. He was unconscious.
Perez was sent to the hospital and had a broken, bloody nose. I visited him on Wednesday.
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah. But don't worry about me. What about you?" I asked.
"I'm fine. Just stay away from Peter. He's so obsessed with you. He's probably gonna rape you," Perez laughed.
"I've been trying to stay away from him," I explained, "But he's like stalking me,"
And then that night I got lice and stuff, and now it's today. Oooh I watched Kung Fu Panda, and I got this great advice:
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift, that's why it's called the present,"
Isn't that amazing? Anyways, I'm going to go now, because Will is coming over. So, yeah. BUH - BYE!

~ Itchy Girl