Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh... I want to go home. Is this how people feel when they are on death row? My stomach is so tight and I feel like I cannot breathe. I thought the day was bad, but then it got so much worse.
Today was a hard day because the kids kept fighting, but I thought that it was the end of it. I went to bed and was called out of my room by Mike. He said that he and Carrie needed to talk to me. I had no idea what it was about. He asked me if Sam had come over that weekend. I said that no, she had not. They had explicitly asked me to not have Sam over because her mom is apparently some psycho and will use it against him in court or something... so okay. I didnt have Sam over. They asked me again, if on Saturday had I had Sam over. I said I couldnt remember what I did on Saturday, but Sam did not come over. They said that the neighbors had called them to let them know that Sam came over on Saturday. I said that they must have been mistaken, though I had nobody over. They then played a message on the answering machine. It was from Sam's mom on Saturday asking when to pick Sam up. When I had heard the message originally on Saturday I assumed it was a wrong number but forgot to delete it. Wow. The evidence was stacked against me. I kept proclaiming my innocence, even showing them the entry on here from Saturday (thank god there was nothing negative against them in that one. Haha). I dont think either of them believe me, and I wouldnt believe me either. But now I am so confused... where did all this evidence come from since Sam DIDNT come over? I want to go home... this is so awkward...
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