Summer has begun, and I have a job!

Well, even though school has already ended for me (May 29th), I have not gotten around to writing about anything new on here since April.

That would be because....I have my first job!

I am going to be a summer babysitter/maid/cook for a family just a few miles away from my house. They really liked me, so I got the job right away.
The pay is really nice, and so are the working conditions.

The little girl Christina is a ball of fun. She reminds me a lot of myself, actually. Her interests are very similar to mine when I was her age, and even some things that I like now she can relate to. I enjoy her energy and her spunky friends too.

Never a dull moment at their house.

Anyway, as you already have figured out I am only going to be able to call myself 'Silent Sophomore' until September 2nd.
Then I will be...either 'Jaded Junior' or 'Jaunty Junior', depending on how the rest of my summer goes.

Have I told you about my school plans for next year? Well, I left my private Christian school (I couldn't run out those doors fast enough) and am going to be homeschooled next year with my friend Alex.
Normally I'd call her my best friend, but I'm not so sure about that anymore.
I just get this negative aura or feeling when I'm around her.
Like she's pushing me away or something.
I don't really like that. So I'll only refer to her as my friend.
Plus, she almost ignores me completely when she and I are around at least one other person, regardless of who they are. Yet, right now, the most she gets to see me is once a week for two or three hours. I don't understand that.
On occasion she'll talk to me, but that's typically just to ask me a question so she can help/talk more with the other person.

Honestly, Alex is starting to piss me off.
I dont' blame her mom at all for being angry with her, either.
Alex is one of the most, if not the most, irresponsible people that I have ever met. Her room is a complete pigsty, she does her laundry only once all her other clothes are stained, and complains that she can't find her other shoe when she clearly didn't care enough about them to put them in a safe spot in the first place.
Then she complains to me about not being able to wear or find her shoes, and nags about how she needs MORE clothes because the ones she currently has aren't "cute" enough.

Um, Alex, your clothes are fine.
If you could find them and wash them before they begin to mold, that is.

Basically, I'm at a loss for words at how I think my relationship with her is going.

The only word that comes to my mind is downhill.

Rapidly.