My life had hit a few sour notes as of recent, but now I am ready to get back to my old ways. Back to the mind-bogglingly amazing self that I was before. Things had gotten off track, but I am refreshed and back to being King of Awesomeness. With great magnificence comes great responsibility, but I am ready to accept the burden of being so impressively stunning.
I resumed playing my music. I love taking my guitar or my keyboard to the outdoor amphitheater to play for everyone. I forgot how much I loved being in front of an adoring audience. It had been a long time since I performed in front of a crowd, and I missed their unwavering worship of my talents, and their applause of approval when I had finished my song.
After talking with Autumn that night at the bonfire it became clear to me that I needed to be the rock for my family, and I graciously accepted that responsibility once again. I played games with Autumn and Willow (Autumn usually won, but I didn’t mind). We hadn’t played shoots and ladders since Autumn and I were kids (now that I think about it she always won back then too).
I also took Willow out on some of the horse trails that I used to take with Grandpa Ryan. I still rode Thor, and Willow took to caring for Pepper (Grandpa’s horse). Pepper was old and easy going. Willow is so good with all of the animals that even Thor was patient while Willow learned to properly clean his hoofs and groom his mane.
I know for a fact that we are rich enough to hire a maid and a butler. We are rich enough to hire two maids and two butlers. Despite our wealth, Mom insists that we have a Chore Wheel. Depending on the day Autumn, Willow, and I had to rake the leaves, clean the dishes after dinner, and/or help with the laundry. Now that The Rock of the Charming Family has returned, I have taken it upon myself to do twice as many chores as my sisters.
It was nothing for me. I could handle it no problem. I am the most important thing to them. I needed to show them that not only did I acknowledge that I was their support beam, but I most graciously took on the job willingly.
While I was temporarily living at George’s house my school work took a nosedive. I have never been the honor student that Autumn is, and I have never had a problem with that. Recently though my grades have hit a new low. My teachers thought that it was because of the recent tragedy, but I have to be real for a second. I never had any motivation to excel at school. On top of that, I was distracted by my female companions.
I was able to work the Charming charm, which I inherited from Grandpa Ryan, and the guidance counselor said that I could improve my grades with some extra credit activities. Mom was so elated at this proposition (I swear she is obsessed with me going to college), that she had Aunt April tutor me to make sure I earned as much extra credit as possible.
The best example of my awesomeness came from Grandma Cindy. She really showed everyone how important I truly am. Autumn informed me that while I was staying at George’s house Grandma Cindy never left her room. Mom brought her food up to the room, but most of the time it went untouched. My first dinner back with my family was the same night as our traditional Sunday night family get together. Sunday night is when the entire family, all of my aunts, uncles, cousins all come over to our house for dinner. A tradition that started way back when Mom was going to Med School. This Sunday night was also the first night that Grandma Cindy came out of her room to eat with us. She was too weak to help prepare the giant meal, but she made sure that she sat right next to me. Mom was so happy to see her mother out and about that she cried with joy.
“Your Grandfather always enjoyed these dinners,” Grandma whispered to me after the dinner was over. “I miss him so much.”
“I miss him too.” was all I could think of to say.
“You remind me so much of him.” Grandma Cindy commented with a smile. That was the nicest thing that she, or anyone, had ever said to me.
I still hung out with Becca and with the rest of the gang on Friday nights. I was happy to see that Autumn agreed to come with me more often. She was so shy around my crew, but at least George was nice enough to talk with her. He never left her side the entire night. I was happy that my best friend was being such a gentleman. It looked like Autumn was actually having fun too.
I’m happy Autumn was having fun and coming out of her shell, but I couldn’t be more miserable. The more I hung out with my family the less time I spent with Becca, much to her dismay. It’s not my fault. I can’t be cloned. How awesome would that be though? If there could be more than one of me? I think that the universe would explode. It wouldn’t be able to handle that much staggeringly magnificent awesomeness.
Wait.. what was I talking about before?
Sorry I got off track when I started thinking about how marvelous it would be to have a clone army of me. Oh yeah, I was talking about Becca. She, all of a sudden, became super attached to me.
I was starting to feel suffocated. I really wanted to cut Becca loose, and find a new one. The only thing that was stopping me was that it was almost Prom. It wouldn’t be hard for me to find another date (it would be hard to narrow it down to just one). I figured that I may as well go to Prom with Becca, and then I would break up with her afterwards. Just in time for me to have a summer fling! In the meantime, I will have to suffer through her company.
Wish me luck.