Who even

Mood: I'm not happy
iTunes: Hurt - Nine Inch Nails

So, pretty sure that I spent the night at Zanna's house on Saturday night, along with a couple other girls, right. Apparently, one of their moms is accusing us of drinking, at her house.

AT HER HOUSE.

I think what pisses me off the most, is that she thinks we're dumb enough to do that. Honestly, if we were going to do something like that, we would pull it off.

Anyway. Now she's checking all our MySpaces and calling our parents to tell them if we have anything that's at all suggestive or whatever.

Luckily the group of people I hang out with is almost as well organized as some kind of gang, and I heard about this fairly early on. But still.

She accused me of drinking, and then told my parents. And my dad wouldn't even look at me last night. That hurts me a lot more than almost anything anyone could do to me. I kind of hope she knows that we're no longer 4, we're actually quite a lot older, and she may have fucked with a lot of people who have kind of a lot to hide, and this sounds really retarded, I'm aware, but we're mostly really good at hiding what we need to. Also she should know that if one of us goes down, we all do. And she'll no longer have the perfect youth program filled with happy teenagers she thought she did. Not even close.

-megan.