So, here's the scoop

Wow. I can't even begin to explain all that has changed. My mother and I began discussing my coming to spend some time with her in Fife and I did. I spent two nights at Jerry and Tiff's house at the beginning of the week. Things went great the first night. I had a ton of homework, but I still got to spend some time with my mom, which had been kind of rare. But the first morning, my father called my Aunt Tiff. she couldn't hear what he said because it was garbled and then the call got cut off. Tiffany tried to call back, but he wouldn't answer. My mother then tried to call, but again he wouldn't answer. She told me what had happened, and I called to see if he was okay. He ignored my call as well. We called Kelly to tell her to be ready to go early (my mother gave her a ride to school because she was already having to go through Kingsley to drop me off anyway) so we could go check on Dad. He continued to ignore our calls. Finally, my mom threatened to kick his ass for "doing this to her and the girls" and he called her back. He said he was okay, but Mom thought it would be best to go check in on him anyway. She said it might be helpful for us to go in the house as well and we all headed in. My dad said he hadn't realized that we had been worried. He'd called Tiff because he needed someone to talk to. He could hear my mom, Jerry and Jerry's brother Emery in the background and then the call got cut off. He'd felt embarrassed and stupid, so he hadn't answered. The conversation turned into a HUGE blowup. I won't go into details, but it wasn't pretty. We were all in tears halfway through and my mom eventually decided it would be best for us to leave. She gave us the choice of skipping school, but we told her it wasn't necessary, especially since Kelly couldn't miss TBA. She kept in contact with us throughout the day and called at lunch to make sure we were okay for the rest of the day. She picked us up right after school, having taken half the day off work to think. She and I went over to Brenda's and I was texting with my dad about the day. He eventually called me because I told him what bullshit it was for him not to answer me and Kelly's calls. I told him that it had really hurt me that he ignored my calls, like i was against him in all of this. The rest of the night was mostly normal, as was the following day. My mom and I discussed my spending every other week with her, because things seemed pretty grim after the fight. She wanted to spend more time with me and get me out of the house. So, here I am. My dad didn't seem to take it very well, especially since he originally thought it was every other weekend, not full weeks. Kelly is likewise confused. I really hope I'm not hurting him more than he's already been hurt. Not that is was done intentionally or with malicious intent, but Kelly and Mom already left him. I don't want him to lose everyone. And i feel guilty to admit it, but as much as all of this sucks, there is that ..... slight thrill of excitement from the change. Not that i want any of this to be happening. Not that i wouldn't set our family back to the happy that was there as children. But for a girl who hasn't had any major changes in her small-town life, this half-move seems .... interesting, at the very least. I will get to spend more time with the people I used to be attached at the hip with, my cousins, for the next few weeks at least. I might get to be around Stacy and her baby and husband, whom I barely know, more. I know it is selfish and immature to be thinking these things, but it's how I feel and these thoughts are the reason I started this blog.
I got a 29 on the ACT. I have done better than my classmates and my sister on EVERY standardized test we've been given. I may not so do the best on every single subject, but I do very well on all the parts combined. I not only beat Kyle Hinton, a kid I have been competing with since 6th grade, but I also beat Kelly, whom I've been competing with since we were in diapers. I take it again tomorrow, and I hope I will get a 32 or 33 this time, since i am so much more prepared.
I guess that's all there really is to say for now, at least that i can think of. Feel free to comment!

XOXO
Kari Richelle