Siigh

I guess there is such thing as too perfect. Today was going so well. I mean, it had its minor bumps along the way but that is expected of school. After school things were running so smoothly... mom and J were getting along. J was telling her all about the boys she know and have a crush on her, trying to get closer to mom. Ironic times; I'm doomed to live with them. Really I am. J was so happy, she was getting ahead in class. She was trying to get all her homework done without asking me for help and she was exceeding. We had pizza for dinner. I should have know it was the quiet before the storm, not a moment of peace.
This stupid BOY got a letter from J and decided he thought that she was suicidal. So little boy ran to cop daddy and told him. Well cop daddy decided to tell his cop friend to come visit the house and have a 'talk.' and all the time, the BOY is telling me. I warned him this was stupid. that this would roll down hill and hit the fan. I told him to stop but he didn't. Cop showed up to the house with a copy of the note. Mom wasn't home at the time. she was relaxing, it was finally her turn to get her message from her brother-in-law. little did she know she was coming home to chaos.
J got sent to her room by our step dad. she went up crying. She then had to come down again to talk to the cop. Then she was sent upstairs again to only be summoned once mom returned. Summoned main be yelled at from a mother who could kill the child for being stupid. They yelled for a long while. I sat in my room, waiting for the eye of the storm to move on a little more before I ran to the bathroom to shower. Now I sit in my room, door shut, hoping that the family forgets my existence just a little longer.
J is sitting upstairs, still crying I'm sure, knowing she isn't allowed on the computer for an extremely long time. Now all the adults in the school will be watching her because, being in a small town, everyone is going to know. she is now on suicide watch. yah, i don't think that she will be talking to the stupid BOY again.
So, my ironic world prevails in showing me that there is such a thing as too perfect...