another day
last night my younger sister sneaked out of the house, "borrowed" my dad's truck, and drove to the beach in galveston with one of her friends. galveston is about four hours from here and when my parents woke up this morning, joy was nowhere to be found and neither was the truck, and there was a state of near panic at our house for about 5 or 6 hours. finally she calls on the phone and tells my dad she's at the beach and she has his truck and it's no big deal, right? wrong. of course my parents were very upset, and i was even a bit upset too. spray painting your room is one thing, but taking a vehicle (when you don't even have your driver's license) and driving for hours in the middle of the night, not telling anyone where you're going, being truant from school, and worrying everyone sick -- that's sort of a big deal, to me anyway. at least she and her friend made it home safe though, without any car trouble or accidents.i'm not angry at her, but i'm a little tired of her schemes for attention and the way that she doesn't think about things before she does them, and worn out from always worrying about her and just wanting her to be ok. dinner was tense tonight and i am tired in general without anything much to say to her, although i wish i could think of something, since i remember what it feels like to be 16 and to feel so uncertain, to think that skipping a day of school and driving to the beach instead would solve all of your problems. if only life were that easy, eh?