So, today (I wrote this yesterday) is the first time I have ever skipped class, and since my dad is flying from work today, he's home until noon, a fact I only realized making my way home, feeling a terrible dread all the way telling me that dad was home... Today did _not_ go as I planed at all. It's been two hours or more since I got to my neighborhood, and I'm currently sitting around in a playground next to our house, checking every hour if my dad's still home. I hate this whole cat and mouse game... I just want to get home and do what I planned.
So, update, my mom found out today that I skipped school (today and yesterday). I knew it wouldn't last long. And there goes my freedom. Gone as fast as it came. *Exasperated sigh* Back to misery I go... Also, unralated to that, my ankles started hurting really bad, like an hour ago, to the point that I can't even walk, so we're going to the doctor in half an hour. I was also supposed to have a piano lesson today, but we had to cancel since I literally can't walk.
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