Stupid Yo-yo

So we had Talent Show rehersals, and basically I just want to rip that dumb duck bill off my face. So this is Ms. Hicks duck bill because she is obsessed with ducks. So she just has one lying around. She let us borrow it, but it has a kazoo in it. So you have to put your mouth on it, no matter how (buzzz) much you try to move your mouth around it. This whole time I'm imagining how mad Ms. Hicks would be at me, or how mad I would be at myself if I broke it or something. And I think when we do the rehersals, that I will just hold my mouth on it so it wont slump downwards. But it proves to be more heavier than I would imagine. It takes all my mouth muscles to hold it up, by the end of the first skit, my mouth is so tired that I can barely speak right. It just gets worse as the night goes on. My mouth hurts so bad. And the kazoo is really annoying  because everytime you try to talk or breath you hear a soft zzzzzzzzzzquack noise. And it goes off at the most important times. Like back stage when I tried to say something to Hannah once I waddled of stage and I tried to say something witty and funny, forgetting I have the bill on and all you hear is this random QUACK!
Plus, I know I look ridiculous in it, and it's so hard to put on under stress. And the lemonade stand is so heavy and it doesn't make it better with Ms. Burpee calling us 99 pound weaklings, if that's supposed to be funny. And Alexis's new obsession with floral print and mouth rubber bands, are just irritating. Possibly the only person who wasn't racking on my nerves was Hannah and myself. Thank god at (buzzz) 5:30 I got to leave. But then we had to got Mr. Briggs room in for my brother's conference. Except for he was behind so we didn't get in there until 6:15, and then it was boring, so I went over to his books to see if what a girl in Noah's class told me was true. Yes! It was, they had Artemis Fowl books. Only 1-4 and like 3 copies of each, but that was ok. Then I picked up a Junie B. Jones book and started reading, I think I got to like page 45 before the conference was over.
Now eating time that really wasn't very different from any other time except for a few spots where my brother made mistakes while ordering, so he says, for a drink,
"Um, do you have pepsi products?"
"Yes."
"Ok, well then I'll have a coke." And he didn't know they were different things!! 
So the lady starts chatting him up and asks him how old he is.
And all this while my whole other family thinks she looks like my mom's best friend's daughter, Samantha.
So she asks him what grade she's in and everything, and of course she can't seem like she likes him over me, (but we all know she does) so she comes over and asks what grade I'm in and what sports I do, what high school I'm going to, and my mom asks her where she  went, and she says Everett. What year she graduated, 06.
. . . . .
That was like the same time Samantha did, maybe this waitress knows her.
"Do you know thr  Garretts? Like Samantha Garrett, Kasey Garrett?"
"Yes! I do, Sam's like my best friend!"
Whoa. How WEIRD is THAT?!
"You know you really look like her."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
So they talked about how we kind of look familiar, and Sam's new baby and all that stuff. We finally left, and then my mom texted her friend, (of the daughter's mom.) And said that we just met Sam's BFF Katie. We were all still  thinking about that when we got home, how odd that it was.
Then I started yo-yoing in the kitchen, and I got distracted and the stupid thing HIT ME IN THE EYE! It hurt so bad, and before I knew it I was in my bedroom with tears streaming down my face and pitiful noises escaping from me. Oof. God, I hate red yo'yos.
Don't EVER buy me one!
Delaney