Lots happened today, but when I think about it, it wasn't a lot of hard to describe stuff, just... a lot of stuff.

At lunch, some of the Seniors were hassling Matthew (yes, I was right about his name). They were trying to get him over by the courtyard so they could push him down the stairs (there's only 2, but the courtyard is dropped below the outside window of the cafeteria) and make him spill his tray. He just had this weird little smile and didn't really react to them. It was making them so angry. When they did get him over to the stairs, he did this little spin and duck thing and the three bigger boys were all in a heap on the ground at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't even stop to make fun of them or anything, just stared off into space again and walked past them. I told the boys to leave him alone or I'd tell Principal Soames, and they were embarrassed anyway, so they went away. I grabbed Jennifer and we went to sit with Matthew.

He thanked me (even though I really didn't do anything) and introduced himself to us. We talked and he's a nice guy. Funny too. And I think I made a new friend. A weird and freaky friend. But a friend.

He's just so... freaky!

After school, Jennifer invited me over for a sleepover this weekend, and I was totally talking to her and telling her I'd have to ask my 'rents and getting kind of excited that I have a real best friend for the first time, like, ever and didn't notice Grandma coming up to me.

She grabbed me by the arm, and took me to her car and buckled me in. I tried to get out before she got around the car, but she told me to stop and stay still or she'd march me back over to my "little friend" and tell her all about my "perversions" -- which I figured out meant that she'd tell Jennifer that I was really a boy (I'm NOT! I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not!). She took me to a motel and I was actually scared. Of my own GRANDMA! She cut my hair. I'd spent almost 2 years growing it that long, and she cut it! She did it all raggedy, too. She made me take off my skirt and blouse, and when she saw I was wearing a bra (like a 14-year old girl wouldn't be?!?) she started screaming at me. I guess that's how the police found us, was her screaming. The nice detective lady made the boy cops leave while I put my skirt and blouse back on. Then she said she was taking me home but we had to make a stop first. I didn't have a problem with that and she took me to a really nice (and expensive-looking) salon and told one of the ladies there (her name was Kenzy) that I had a "hair emergency" and had her cut it really like awesomely cute. Then Kenzy asked what my school colors were, then put the red and purple streaks in my hair! Detective Martinelli took me home, then. Mom and Daddy were all hugs and kisses, and Mom loved my hair (almost as much as I do!) but Daddy... not so much.