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cerulean_skyIt's nice to know that through everything, my parents still love me, and I still love them.
Being that I am a responsible girl normally, I usually call my parents and let them know what my plans are. (I usually go to a movie after school Fridays, and I usually call my parents to let them know.) But today, Sky forgot. And then, even when they called me to find out where I was, I was eating dinner and my phone was in my jacket pocket, and my jacket was off. And it was on vibrate still from the movie. Needless to say, I didn't feel it. But I do feel it as I'm putting my jacket on to leave. I answer the phone to hear my mother crying, sobbing, "Where are you? We've been so worried!" Turns out they were worried enough to call the police even, and at that moment that I was explaining things to my mother, my dad was in a police car going to my school to find me. My parents also called Alex, a friend and ex-boyfriend, to see if I was there, and ask if he knew where I was. Then he called me several times as well.
All in all, I feel like shit because I made my parents worry about me, and I'm usually so good about calling them to let them know where I am. And I can't believe I did that to them.
On the plus side, my parents were so worried, that I'm not in any trouble. I just have to remember to call, which is nothing new. ("Even if you're running away, at least just call to say you're safe," my mom told me when I get home.)
I am safe. I am home. I am scarred and will never let go of my cell phone again.
ETA: I am not in a talking mood. I'm going to disappear for a while. I'm sorry.
Being that I am a responsible girl normally, I usually call my parents and let them know what my plans are. (I usually go to a movie after school Fridays, and I usually call my parents to let them know.) But today, Sky forgot. And then, even when they called me to find out where I was, I was eating dinner and my phone was in my jacket pocket, and my jacket was off. And it was on vibrate still from the movie. Needless to say, I didn't feel it. But I do feel it as I'm putting my jacket on to leave. I answer the phone to hear my mother crying, sobbing, "Where are you? We've been so worried!" Turns out they were worried enough to call the police even, and at that moment that I was explaining things to my mother, my dad was in a police car going to my school to find me. My parents also called Alex, a friend and ex-boyfriend, to see if I was there, and ask if he knew where I was. Then he called me several times as well.
All in all, I feel like shit because I made my parents worry about me, and I'm usually so good about calling them to let them know where I am. And I can't believe I did that to them.
On the plus side, my parents were so worried, that I'm not in any trouble. I just have to remember to call, which is nothing new. ("Even if you're running away, at least just call to say you're safe," my mom told me when I get home.)
I am safe. I am home. I am scarred and will never let go of my cell phone again.
ETA: I am not in a talking mood. I'm going to disappear for a while. I'm sorry.
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on 2005-03-04 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2005-03-04 08:04 pm (UTC)So I was hoping to time it to where my parents had calmed down, but before they had gotten mad at me. But they didn't get mad. They were too worried. Even my dad, who can be really uptight and over protective, was like, "Call us next time, and don't feak your mother out like that. Now, do you like this recipe I ttied?"
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on 2005-03-04 08:14 pm (UTC)feel better Sky!
glad your parents took it so (well? not-murderously?)
talk to you tomorrow?
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on 2005-03-05 09:59 pm (UTC)