Claire
Social
Highschool
Oakland High School
Favorite Music
underoath, taking back sunday, kill hannah, the used, afi, panic! at the disco, blue october, angels and airwaves, blink 182, matchbook romance, fall out boy, coheed and cambria, hawthorne heights, system of a down, taproot, gnarls barkley, my chemical romance, shakira, mae, gorillaz, lacuna coil, breaking benjamin, shine down, armor for sleep, silverstein, straylight run, the vines, death cab for cutie, nightmare of you, snow patrol, the receiving end of sirens, cartel, blood brothers, thursday, loreena mckennitt, dead poetic, billy talent, finch, hot hot heat, nine inch nails, tool, marilyn manson, ministry, the dreamside, ego likeness, qntal, tapping the vein, carfax abbey, thoushaltnot, nirvana, eve6, anberlin, haste the day, south fm, chevelle, project rocket, aiden, we are scientists, keane, the sounds, the cure, boys night out, the strokes, guns n' roses, velvet revolver, playradioplay!
I need to tell someone.
July 12 2006
... I don't really know where to start.
My mom and I went out to pick up my brother, and when we got home there was all this smoke. Someone had set out a smoke bomb on our porch.
We walked to the front yard, and my father was waving a gun. He said he had called the cops and the fire department.
There was a lot of fighting and then the cops and firetrucks came, sirens blaring and everything. My mom was screaming at my father, 'put the fucking gun away, you're going to get yourself arrested.'
He did. He put it on top the the pie safe, in plain view of where I could see it.
For anyone who doesn't know, I'm terrified of guns. The sight of real guns makes me want to puke.
My mom is a teacher. We figure one of her students did the smoke bomb. The fact that scares me about this whole situation, is that my father was full and ready to shoot the kid who did this.
I went into the kitchen after the cops and trucks had left, thinking it would be okay. So... I went. I got in there and my mom was sitting at the table, disgusted with my father, and my father was unloading the dishwasher.
The second fact that you should know is that my father and I do not get along. At all.
He tells me to unload the dishwasher, and I'm already under a lot of distress and I'm tense, and I burst into tears.
No, he doesn't try to consol me, or ask if I'm alright. The first thing out of his mouth to me is you're fucking crazy.
What kind of father tells their daughter that she's crazy?
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.
I don't know. I just needed to get this all out.
My mom and I went out to pick up my brother, and when we got home there was all this smoke. Someone had set out a smoke bomb on our porch.
We walked to the front yard, and my father was waving a gun. He said he had called the cops and the fire department.
There was a lot of fighting and then the cops and firetrucks came, sirens blaring and everything. My mom was screaming at my father, 'put the fucking gun away, you're going to get yourself arrested.'
He did. He put it on top the the pie safe, in plain view of where I could see it.
For anyone who doesn't know, I'm terrified of guns. The sight of real guns makes me want to puke.
My mom is a teacher. We figure one of her students did the smoke bomb. The fact that scares me about this whole situation, is that my father was full and ready to shoot the kid who did this.
I went into the kitchen after the cops and trucks had left, thinking it would be okay. So... I went. I got in there and my mom was sitting at the table, disgusted with my father, and my father was unloading the dishwasher.
The second fact that you should know is that my father and I do not get along. At all.
He tells me to unload the dishwasher, and I'm already under a lot of distress and I'm tense, and I burst into tears.
No, he doesn't try to consol me, or ask if I'm alright. The first thing out of his mouth to me is you're fucking crazy.
What kind of father tells their daughter that she's crazy?
.
.
.
I don't know. I just needed to get this all out.
