Dear Diary

~ 26th November 2013/ 27th November 2013 ~

The problems began in the morning.

When I woke up, I received a text from my mum slagging me off... I knew that my step dad pretty much wrote it, since I heard him telling her what to write before I went to sleep the night before.

I ignored it, tidied my room and did the dishwasher so they couldn't moan at me.

During break at school, I went and spoke to the counsellor and told her everything that happened over the past week.

Part way through, I got a text from my mum, telling me to call her ASAP. So at dinner, that's what I did.

She told me that the head of History and Humanities had called my mum up and told her what a wonderful job I did at the Sixth Form open evening in RE because none of the teachers had shown up and if I wasn't there, then the course wouldn't be running next year.

However, she never even said well done to me.

After she told me that, she started having a go at me about how my room was a mess and how I don't do anything, can't blame school for the stress and a bunch of other things. She also told me that if my room wasn't tidy by the end of the day, then she would take everything out and throw it away.

They have done it before.

I told her that I wasn't going to argue with her since I had work to be doing, so I ended up putting the phone down.

Immediately, I went and spoke to my counsellor, who told me that if anything was to happen, then to contact the deputy head or head straight away, since she was off for the next couple of days.

As soon as I got in from school, I dropped my bag down and went into the kitchen to look for some food.

After a couple of moments, my mum came in and started shouting at me because I'd only just come in and I was hungry.

This was at 6pm, baring in mind I hadn't eaten since 6am.

She told me that I wasn't allowed to eat then and that I had to wait.

So I went upstairs to stay out of the way.

Later on, I went downstairs after they told me that they were going out. They called me up and told me that they were getting dinner.

When they got back, I got told off because I didn't get the knifes and forks out.

Then, because I couldn't eat all my dinner, I got told off for feeling sick.

They wanted me to carry on eating, even though I told them I didn't feel well but I told them that I wasn't going to.

Once I'd put everything from dinner away, they called me into the living room for several reasons.

1) They don't like my best friend so they've told me that they don't want me staying at her house.

2)  I don't eat at school

3) I study too much

4)  I - apparently - pigged out at my grandad's house when I know for a certain that I didn't

5)  I stay at school too long at night

And a bunch of other crap that really made no sense. Of course, my step dad kept fueling it and adding in snide remarks.

I ended up going upstairs and crying for a few hours. I was physically and mentally exhausted; I still am.

So then today, I went to school in an alright mood.

i didn't have chance to do any homework so I knew that I had to write an essay before 2nd period.

I managed to write it before school started and it turned out pretty good.

During registration, the teachers announced that there would be trips to Cambridge Uni and Lincon Uni which I'm going to go on, probably. It's kind of like a taster day. They sounds pretty good and Sheffield Uni also has sent out this form to my school, saying that anyone who has had difficulties during their school career can tell them and they'll take that into consideration when applying, so that's good. It's pretty much ideal for me since I've been having problems with my step dad since I was 7.

On the way to my first lesson, I saw my history teacher and told her that I wrote the essay instead of just doing the first part of it.

She was really impressed since I'm always in the good books with the teachers in humanities.

First period was pretty much spent talking about how God is perfect and how we can't understand just how God is complete goodness, and it's fair to say that I was relieved when the bell went.

Then I went to history, although the classroom is in the languages department.

Whilst I was waiting for my history teacher, my Spanish teacher took me to one side and told me that she wanted to speak to me and that I got the best grade in the class on my exam. I only dropped 3 marks out of the whole test, whereas I later found out that the other people in my class got 4/35.

She told me that she had expected no one to do that well and that she was extremely proud of me.

Then I went into history and and it turns of that loads of people in the class had either forgot their folders or didn't do the homework. That set my teacher off and she has all these little panic attacks when people don't do the work.

She ended up giving the class a lecture about how I was the only one who put any effort in, and how my essay was brilliant and everyone else should be like me.

So that was good, since that's the 5th teacher who has commented on how excellent I am in the last 3 days.

At dinner, I went an saw my mentor from Sheffield Uni. Apparently, I only need AAB to get in to do History at Sheffield, which is brilliant, although I'm still aiming for Oxford or Cambridge.

We actually had a really good chat and it was great to actually speak to someone who is interested in the things that I like.

I decided to go home early, since I had a free period last and my mum is now making me be at home for 4:30 everyday, which is terrible for me since they keep turning the internet off.

When I got in, I got told off straight away because I took my things upstairs and left some sheets on the coffee table since my hands were full.

My mum was in bed so I went downstairs.

My step dad went upstairs and woke her up, so once he went back down, I went and told her about what happened at school.

My step dad ended up coming upstairs and doing random, stupid little jobs in order to listen in on the conversation.

We then went out for dinner.

I was talking to my mum about universities and other things to do with school and I brought up the idea of studying abroad. Both my mum and step dad started to make snide remarks and be pretty horrible to me. That went on for about 25 minutes.

Then, when we were at the place, I asked for a carvery and because I wanted sausages, I got told off.

On the way home, they carried on.

I was trying to tell them about my subjects and they were still being really nasty.

When we got home, I went upstairs and my step dad was slagging me off to my mum and granddad. Apparently I have the mental age of a 5 year old, need a high chair, etc. It was just stupid.

So I went upstairs and my mum and step dad went back out.

They came back later on and in that time, my other Spanish teacher tweeted me saying that I did well in my Spanish essay, so that's 6 teachers in 3 days.

I told my mum and I didn't even get a 'well done, Emma'.

My sister later came into my room and told me that I was being called for, so I went downstairs and my step dad started shouting at me because I wasn't answering my phone since it was dead because the battery has had it.

That's all that's happened at the moment. Hopefully nothing else will happen.