Easy Like A Sunday Morning

Only this Sunday morning isn't so easy on account of my 'grandparents' are here and they're causing me lots of pain and discomfort. And I really want to take a shower but that means I'll take two showers in one day because I have to take one on Sunday night. Oh well.

Today I have to go to work which sucks, cuz yesterday I didn't go on account of I had terrible cramps. This weekend was supposed to be chill and I was going to rake leaves and whatnot. Stupid grandparents. I really don't want to go to work.

On the bright side, there's only three days of school this week! Which means no block. Cuz block suckss man. I'm so glad we don't have full block like they used to at Chaska. Honestly.

Once upon a time there was a girl named Sophie. Sophie was fourteen years old and lived by herself in an abandoned house in the woods in Idaho. She had run away from home when she was twelve, because her parents had left her as a child and she didn't much like moving from foster home to foster home. For the past two years she had been washing people's cars along the road in exchange for money, which she had used to buy food in the townt that was a mile from her house. She kept her house reasonably clean, taking great care to make sure that the outside still looked sufficiently run-down so that no one suspected that it was inhabited. Sophie didn't go to school, but upon starving herself for a week and a half had raised enough money to buy a decent used computer. She sat in the back of the SuperAmerica, using their free WiFi to become as educated as she could.
The only problem with Sophie's way of life was that she could never get too close to people. As it had been two years since she ran away, there were fewer people looking for her, but she still had to be on the watch for Social Service officers or policemen, even average citizens who might recognize her from the Missing Child posters that had plastered the greater part of Montana, the state from which she had come. Whenever asked, she told people that her name was Hanna, and that her car washing partner had temporarily left for the bathroom (they were, of course, washing cars to raise money for their school's small but growing horsebackriding team). Sophie occasionally met people in town that intrigued her, but she could never have more than polite conversation with them, lest they take interest in her history and attempt to investigate. She had to dye her hair frequently so as not to be recognized by the locals, as the town was quite small.
Her only companion was her cat. Named Shere Khan for his tiger-striped fur, Sophie spentt most of her time talking to him. If she hadn't had something living in which to confide, it is very likely that she'd have gone crazy, blown her cover, and been sent not to a foster home, but instead an asylum.


Okay yeah that was random. Well anyway. I should probably do my homework now or take a shower or something productive (which I probably won't end up doing).