You know when I said that my entire family moving to New Zealand a year ago was not going to work? Guess what. I was right. It is totally not working.
Mum has fallen in love with this guy named Jack. I'm not even kidding. And she is so happy that it's actually sickening. I mean, yeah, I'm glad for her. After all, she deserves some kind of happiness as she hasn't had much since Dad left, but my God, do they really have to start snogging on the patio in full view of Tia and me? Who wants to see their own mother playing tonsil hockey with a man they barely even know? Or ANY man, for that matter? No-one, that's who.
Oh, not to mention that Jack has this eighteen-year-old son, who is pretty cute, yet is as obnoxious as hell. He could end up as our new step-brother. Ew. Sick, sick, sick and wrong. But I guess he's not that bad. He doesn't like my sister and that's always a good sign as I don't either.
That's right, Tia is still the prettier, better, more popular twin. It is so unfair. The only difference between us is ten minutes, and she gets all the luck. And all the boys. And all the nicer clothes. And all the friends. And all the boys. And all the beauty. And did I mention all the boys? It sucks. I really wish that I was her.
Oh my God, you wont believe what she did the other day. Remember Ben? The American guy from California, who moved out here roughly the same time as we did? Remember how he became my best friend? Yeah?
TIA IS DATING HIM. SHE ABDUCTED MY BEST FRIEND. SHE IS AT THE BEACH, RIGHT NOW, MAKING OUT WITH BEN. MY BEN, WHO I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH FOR ABOUT A YEAR. HOW UNFAIR IS THAT? I'M GOING TO KILL THEM BOTH.
Oh, and my Aunt Amelia is coming to New Zealand for three weeks in a few days to get married. She's going to stay with us and I get to be a bridesmaid. Wait, the best bit is yet to come. She has bought a dress for me to wear that is about two whole sizes too small. And because the dress was way expensive, I have to diet to fit into it. How mad is that? I'm being made to fit the dress as opposed to the other way around. So for the next month, I'm on the diet from hell. Unsweetened grapefruit and cottage cheese.
The grapefruit is sour enough to make me swallow my own face, while the cheese looks like someone's already eaten it.
Between that and the pain of watching the boy I love hold hands with my sister, this summer is going to suck far worse than last year's. Oh and we have "activities" to do this year. My mother doesn't want us stuck in the house while schools out. Or more accurately, she doesn't want me holed up in my room for weeks, writing music and ignoring the presence of the world like I did last summer. She's even confiscated my guitar. How is that fair?
I swear, my life is like one huge joke. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. Oh well. It can't get any worse, right?