My sister and step brother get in trouble a lot - As I entered into high school I was now in the same school as my sister, step brother and cousins.  The gravity of the shit my siblings and cousins were doing at the high school became pretty real for me early on.  Teachers and students would find out my last name and instantly associate me with them.  I was labeled a trouble maker by the teachers and a slutty party girl by the students.  What the fuck?  One week in a new school and upper classmen were asking me out because they assumed, I was as easy as the other ones in my family.  Once they all figured out, I was nothing like them, things changed.  It became my personal mission to be nothing like them and prove to teacher and my peers that was the case.  I joined SADD, student council, I was in choir and band, I was an honor student, and by the end of the years was one of the few freshmen in my class to letter in a sport.  I got involved in theater that year as well.  I had a lot of things to keep me out of trouble and to keep me out of the house.  My sister has started hanging out with the stoner kids and would normally drop me off in front of the school and leave to go party all day.  She would sneak home to erase the calls from the attendance office but for the most part she rarely was around. Mom finally caught on to this one day when she got home from work and neither of us were home.  It took two phone calls for her to figure out where I was. I was helping a friend decorate their Christmas tree and having dinner with her family.  She called and scolded me for not asking for permission to be there.  I was ordered to get my fat ass home asap.  When I got home, she was livid.  We argued and she once again threw in her standard fat ass comment into the mix.  I had enough of her calling me that and respond, “who are you calling a fat ass? you weight more than I do now.”  She promptly slapped me across the face so hard my glasses broke as they sailed across the room.  For the first time ever, I fought back.  I defended myself against her and she hated it.  She grounded me after drilling me about where my sister was.  Now finally clued into the fact that my sister had been skipping school for months, she had a fight with her when she finally showed up home.  Empty threats of being grounded for her were tossed around but she would turn on the water works and mention how traumatized she was by dad dying and all was forgiven.  Mom hated hearing about dad at all so she would cave instantly.  I still of course was grounded. No MTV, no phone, and no books for a week. At least between all my stuff at school, that didn’t really mean I would be home much anyway.  The school year was mostly a rinse and repeat version of this kind of shit. I just dealt with it by staying at school as much as humanly possible. 

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