Third Entry ?A Chapter by Miss Marie Riorden.More of a description in this one. You still don't learn much about her.
Yeah I know I
skipped yesterday. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Butter it up for you with all that
wonderful crap, but you really don’t want to know about yesterday. It wasn’t
too pleasant on the eyes or the ears. You know, I shouldn’t even be writing
this… It’s considered wrong in my mind. I guess you guys have no right to know
either, but I feel compelled to tell you just a little bit of something. Could
you keep a secret if I asked you? Man, what am I saying? You all are reading
this. It’s not like you would tell anyone about me and my “problems” that are
so various and complicated. So I think maybe just once I can let something
slip. Today was bad because mommy and I got into a huge fight. She was yelling
at me, yeah. . All that and it hurts to even think of it. You’re probably
thinking what? What’s so bad that she’s this upset. Well, mommy and I’s fights
aren’t particularly normal. When we fight we get into it. She yells at me that
I’m not worth her time and that I don’t appreciate anything. I do appreciate it
though is what she doesn’t understand. Today it just went a little too far. I’ll
just mention that my cheek is purple. I back-talked her a little too much for
her liking; so in turn I got what I “deserved”. You didn’t back-talk momma
without dealing with the consequences. Of course, this wasn’t the first time it
had happened. In fact, it happened quite often, but don’t tell anyone that it
did. I always have an excuse to where I get the bruises from. Never from mommy
though because I would pay the price. Now shush, don’t tell anyone about this.
It’ll be the secret you can keep. Okay? Don’t worry about me though if you’re
thinking about it. This wasn’t anything and I would rather you didn’t worry
about someone like me. It’s not really worth it. I’m just fine now since I’m in here writing.
Seems like this is the only escape I can get from what I deal with outside of
my world. This journal was like a saving grace, or hero. Oh, and if you thought
the little “scene” I described earlier was bad. That wasn’t all that happened
today. Of course, I think I’ve told you
enough of what happened as it is. Hopefully mommy doesn’t come in and read this
after I’ve went to bed. I’d be in deep s**t if she did. Excuse my French in
that last sentence. It was needed though. So, now that you know a little bit
about me does it spark your curiosity? Does it make you want to know more about me?
What I look like, what I do when I’m not writing in this? (I do have a life you
know)I could tell you some of these things, but first you’ll need to tell me
about yourself. I know I’ll probably never read it, and it’s pointless. But the
next couple pages are going to be blank with space so you can write something
about yourself. Don’t be shy! I’m pretty sure I’ll like you if you’re still
sticking around to read this. Especially after telling you that secret and I
have great respect for you if you haven’t set it down. I know I’m not the most
interesting person, and I probably complain a little too much sometimes. But
yeah, it would make this worth it if someone learned from my mistakes. I’m kind
of getting tired now, and I have school in the morning. I’ll try to write in
this every night. I think it’s helping me more to cope with my mommy and her “problems”.
I think I’ll leave it on that note. Good night my reader. Make sure to fill in
the space and remember this. I won’t tell you my name.
© 2011 Miss Marie Riorden.Author's Note
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1 Review Added on August 19, 2011 Last Updated on August 19, 2011 AuthorMiss Marie Riorden.Remember, KYAboutI'm going to address this right now. I do take Read Requests, but that DOES NOT mean you need to RR me everything you write. And I do not read stories unless it's of my own free-will. So do not RR the.. more..Writing
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