It's not all me. It's not all my fault. I may remind you, but I won't take it all on.

today, I decided to go to Aarons house after school, pick him up, go to my chiro. appointment, then go back to his house. Well while I was there, my youngest sister Amanda came home on the bus, and couldn't get in the house because Katie (my other sister) stayed after school today and she had the key, and Rosy went on a different bus home. So Amanda ran the door bell several times I was told and they even called the house and left a message, and I wasn't there to let her in. While I was at Aarons, I was worried that my parents would find out that I wasn't home, so I called home several times to see if my sisters made it home and to talk to them to see if they would cover for me if I didn't make it home before the parentals got home to find out that I've was gone. So, obviously, nobody answered. I got really nervous, becuase it was like 4:30 when i called, and they get off the bus at like 3:55. But then I remembered that Katie had to stay after school... but where's Amanda?! I looked all over, and then I called my mom and she almost immediately started crying... "this is all my fault" I thought to my self. "If only I was home..." So I called around, and went to neighbors houses. Them mom called back to see if i had found her yet... obviously not. So she told me to call Katies Girl Scout leader, and I asked her if Amanda was there. She assumed that I ment Katie (because we get them mixed up all the time... lol). So she said that yes she is, so then i called mom back telling her Amanda was with Katie at school... and she said ok. But when mom went to go pick them up, Amanda wasn't there... uh oh. So then I go out again around the neighbor hood and did some more calls and still couldn't find her. So then when mom got home, she checked our messages on the recorder. Turns out that Amanda went to a friends house from the bus instead of going to the neighbors house... we don't even know this chick! ARGH!!! So that's my stress full... guilt filled day. And the worst part is that the parental don't know that I was at Aarons.... I told them that I left momentarily to go mail a letter b/c the post man had already come.... I'm SUCH a loser. But I don't dare tell them... I'm so irresponsible.