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Dear Diry,
Daddy was rele scary today. I think he drunk too much beer. Mama says we dont gotta woree, he wont hert us. But daddy pushed Mama off the bak of the cowch. Now shes got a big scary bruse on her eye. Daddy said he was soree and he loved Mama and me. He said ill understand bout wat he does when i get big. im only 6 rite now. But i dont lyk it wen he goes out for a long, long time and then cums bak rele scary lyk today. I dont lyk it wen he herts Mama . I luv my daddy, but I'm scared of him sumtimes.
Bye-Bye,
Deltia 4/3/00
u likey? obviously, this is just an intro. in the actual first chap, she will be alot older. idk y i named her Deltia---i am pretty sure i made it up..idk lol. missspellings were on purpose-cuz remember this is a 6 yr. old's journal entry. oh and the whole SPEAK thing? the story is diffrnt-but Deltia is gonna have the same problen that the gurl in speak did-she cant talk bout her problems. soooo there u have it. FB please
Which Disney Princess are you?
love it!!
hmmmmmmm i hereby pronounce this story- INTRIGUING. You win that, alright? TAKE THE TROPHY! TAKE IT!! jk no one understands my sense of humor. don't worry :P
:.Libby.:
coolness i didnt think ne one liked k im gonna update.
8 years later...
The school bus smells like dirty feet and sweat. I keep my head pressed on the cool leather of the back of the seat in front of me. Today is my first day of High School. I dont know anyone on this bus, and I'm fine with that. The less they know about me, the better. We come to a stop. I raise my head slowly. The school, in my own mind, is gorgeus. Not because its elegant or large, but because it will be my escape. Here I wont think about what I leave behind when I get on the bus. We get off the bus, and I inhale deeply. The air smells fresh, much better than the bus. A girl who looks like she might be a junior wrinkles her nose, I guess this isnt good enough for her. I turn my head to get a better look at her, and good Lord, she's Barbie's twin. Perfectly petite pretty blonde. But, I'm pretty sure she's got nothing beyond that. I watch her as she rolls her eyes and shifts her weight impatiently. Finally, her boyfriend walks up. Or I think he is, the way they're making out. They head inside, and I decide to follow suite. I shove a dark lock out of my eye and start to go in. On my way, I think about who I want to be. Am I the girl with no friends and big problems like I was in grade school? Or maybe I'll change it up a little and become the popular girl. Not likely.
commetios please!
