I'm afraid things aren't much better since I last wrote.  My brother Bronson (eight) continues to be a thorn in my side (he is autistic), while my older sister Fawn Jerrica (thirteen) continues to take up my parents' time, away from the rest of us.

Fawn was left brain damaged by her former parents; she's a teenager now, but she is like a young baby.  She cannot walk, talk, feed herself, or do anything for herself:  she is a total veg.  It's really depressing being around her because there's nothing we can do to make her better.

Meanwhile, Jesus (my oldest littler brother; he's 11) continues to run away from home, only to be brought back by the police a few hours after he's disappeared.  We don't know whether to be overjoyed or throttle his lily-livered neck; he is getting to be a royal pain in my behind!!

As for the baby, Nevaeh Grace (six), she is getting to be a brat.  Think she's been taking brat-lessons from her brothers; she used to be sweet; now she's turning into a very irritating child who's getting impossible to live with!

The only refuge I get from my family is at school, and even school isn't free of problems.  I have teachers who don't know what the f*** they are talking about, and the kids continue to rag me about my name.  I am getting to the point of wanting to change my name:  maybe I should call myself Ishara or Isis instead of Ice!!

Gradewise, I'm faring well; it's just the other crappola I have to endure!!  If it were not for the kids or stupid teachers, school would be a breeze; however, it's a lot better than my home life!!

I'm going to ask ma tonight if I can spend the night at my friend Eryka's house; I need a break from my family!  I hope they realize this because it seems like I'm the one who gets stuck taking care of Nevaeh Grace, Jesus, and Fawnie!!  Also Bronson!!  I'm getting tired of it fast!!  I need a vacation!!!!!

Eryka's family is going to DisneyWorld for Christmas; I am going to see if I can sweet-talk my folks into letting me go with them; they're only going for a week!!

Well, I gotta run:  school, you know.  My teacher's giving me killer glares because I'm not working on my schoolwork; he doesn't like that.  I will write in here again soon; until then, this is Ice Esquival signing outta here!  See ya!

~Ice.  :(

*To be continued.*