Thursday, January 29, 2009

Thursday January 29th

Yo. It's Lenna, again. (Sky is being stupid and not posting)

Yesterday nothing out of the ordinary happened. We went to school after dropping Jeremy off, picked Jeremy up from school, dropped him off at Mrs. Daniels's house, went to work, came back at 7 p.m., picked up Jeremy, and went home. As I said, nothing out of the ordinary.

Today though, was interesting. The senior I told you about, he evidentally did end up going to jail. I need to look into how long his term is . . . Anyway, because of him, all the kids in the school were called up one by one for drug testing. It was quite amusing actually. The kids that looked like they were about to pee their pants were obviously the druggies. When I took the test, the nurses looked at me suspiciously.

Okay, I may wear all black, not be social, and only hang out with one person . . . BUT I'M NOT AN EMO DRUGGY!!!!! I'm not emo!!! I wear all black because it's comforting and simple. Unlike, Sky, who dresses in a variety of colors, I don't like attention drawn to me. In this area it's for the best. Everyone keeps telling me I should be more like her because she has all the friends and the popularity, but I don't want that. Drew is the only friend I need and we've known each other for forever. He's on the basketball team though, so does that make him a jock? Popular? If so that really tanks . . . but he says I'm his only friend, so we'll see.

ANYWAY!!! Back to today. So after everyone tested we found out that most of the football team was using steroids, and a lot of the other athletes were aswell. (Not including Drew)

10% of the freshman turned up positive, 3% of the sophmores, 13% of the juniors, and a whopping 30% showed up positive for the seniors. HA!

Gotta go to work now.


- Lenna Darmona (not Sky because she's being stupid and not posting)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Monday, January 26th

Yo it's Lenna.

I know I'm posting this on Wednesday, but I couldn't get to the library computer due to certain difficulties.

So anyway, on Monday, one of the senior football jocks in our school got admitted into the hospital for overdosing on steroids and PCP. You see, that's what happens when you get to caught up on being in the 'in crowd'. He was gone all of yesterday and today, and I have not the slightest of ideas to when he will be out. The drugs took a harsh affect on his body. The rumor is that he's gonna do time in jail and rehab. How much of that is true? No idea.

All of the 2nd graders in Jeremy's school are putting on a concert for the families. It's no Lil' Wayne type thing or anything, but it's important to Jeremy, so Sky and I are going. I tried to make my parents go, but evidently they have better things *cough cough-clubbing* to do that night. I don't think Jeremy minds very much, but they should still go. I mean, what kind of parents ditch their kids to go clubbing at some cheap place in the city. All they do is drink too much and get into trouble. My parents could care less about the three of us. To her, getting preggo and having a kids was the worst thing that ever happened. We take care of ourselves and Jeremy. We use our parents money for most things, but they never do anything to help. Sky and I do all the parent work. We schedule the appointments. We get him to school. We make sure he's fed and safe in his bed at night. And when it comes to shopping, we do it all. We use money from our parents to buy food, but their salary won't pay for clothes. Sky and I work multiple jobs to pay for it all. And with the rate that Jeremy is growing, I might have to take another shift or two. I'm not complaning though. If we didn't do that stuff he would be taken away from us, and I couldn't imagine life without him. I love him to death.

Live above the pressure,

-Lennicia (Lenna) Darmona

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Our Assignment

Yo. I'm Lennicia Darmona. People just call me Lenna. My family a I live in New York, but I'm not telling you where because I'm not stupid. I'm a junior in highschool, along with my twin sister, Sky. We are basically raising our 7 year old brother, Jeremy, on our own because our parents want nothing to do with us.

This year Sky and I got the same english class, and the teacher made us write these letters to a highschool, somewhere in Virginia or something, telling them about our lives. They wrote back and we compared their life to ours. Basically, it just went back and forth like that. I personally loved it because my pen-pal happened to be a lot like me - dark, quiet, creepy- you get the picture. Anyway, I thought, 'hey, why stop at a letter?', and asked him about other ways to get my story out. He replied telling me about this Blogger thing, so I wanted to give it a try. Now the whole world will know what it's like to live in constant fear of the next day. From starvation, drugs, gang violence, homelessness - you never really know if you'll make it through the next day.


Lenna Darmona