Tim

   So since February my mom has been dating this guy named Tim. Like a month or two before school starts she announces that sometime during the summer we will be moving to his house. Great right? NO. I don't like Tim. I very much dislike Tim. And so naturally everyone asks me "Why don't' you like Tim?" and I finally found the biggest most truthful answer.
   Now of course there is the little obvious stuff: he woke me up from my nap, the way my mother acts around him, he has a cat, ect. Then there is stuff like: after we buried Shauna and I put on my necklace (Shauna's dog tags) and came outside Tim made a joke about it and Mom joined in, I made a cup at Color Me Mine and it was mine and now its at Tim's (just appeared nobody asked me) and THEY ARE USING IT, ma says she wants to make it comfortable for me at Tim's and I have complained time and time again about the deer heads (2 deer heads and one skull) and they say "oh well. Deal with it". But here is the big real truthful reason: (I have two stories to help explain this) When Hunger Games first came out I asked my Mom "Can we go Ma?" and she replied with "No because Tim doesn't like that sort of stuff." I got REALLY mad at her for that. She assumed Tim would go. She is always telling me "We don't spend enough time together anymore" or "I miss you", but whenever we do spend time together she almost always brings Tim. When she is with Tim she is completely absorbed in him. They are lovey dovey, holding hands and kissing. I always ending up being a third wheel and feeling alone. I HATE that I could EVER feel alone when I'm with my mother. I HATE that my best friend, who I thought was supposed to always be on my side, likes him. I HATE that she KNOWS I dislike him and yet she still INSISTS I move into HIS house with HIM. I HATE that my brother like and respect him. I HATE that it feels like he is bribing me with Dr Pepper and she is bribing me with my new laptop she got me. I HATE that they think I'm sooo (I can't explain it)-ish that I would accept a bribe like that and just start liking him. I HATE that I have only met one other person in my family that doesn't like him, and that is my brother's girlfriend and she doesn't like the effect he has on my brother. So every Sunday we dinner at my grandmothers right? And every dinner I cut up the lettuce and cucumbers and made salad. I love salad and it was MY thing that I did every Sunday. Well mother started bringing him to our weekly dinners. Well TIM likes purple lettuce salad. So instead we bought the purple salad that comes in a bag and just dumped it in a bowl and served it. After a couple weeks we stopped having salad all together! Now this didn't hurt really. I miss the salad and all but I dealt with it. What bothered me more was the principal behind it. I HATE that I had something and then he came along and everyone changed it to what he wanted.
   My salad went from:

   To:

Sincerely,
A really pissed girl named Alise