Reply From Reader? Dad's Home!

Best reguards to Patrick Dunne (: He came up with the part at the beginning!

This feels so wrong, writing in someone else’s journal. But you invited me, whoever you are. It’s hard to believe that you would invite me, no not me, but some unknown anyone to read your innermost thoughts. But I guess you are holding back something. You still won’t tell me who you are. And even the most personal thoughts don’t give away much without the PERSON behind them. Does this sound rehearsed? It must, honestly I’ve been flip flopping for a week trying to decide if I should write in these pages. You leave me with so many questions. But you seem like the kind of person who will answer me everything, if I can only be patient. I keep telling myself this isn’t a book; I can’t just flip to the back to make sure everything ends up okay. This is real. And now I’m a part of it. How can I feel so connected to someone I don’t know? Why do I care so much? You are okay, aren’t you? Off somewhere, away from your witch of a mother, I expect. The hope that you have found happiness in the distance from these memories is the only thing that keeps me turning these pages………… PLEASE BE OKAY

-Anonymous

I see you listened, aren’t you so nice? I didn’t really expect anyone to reply to that, but I’m quite pleased that you did my writer. Rehearsed? Just a tad bit, and it’s not that bad. Of course it must be hard seeing those blank spots I have left. I want to know about my readers, and they want to know about me. So it’s quite a fair exchange. I see you didn’t place your name upon my eyes to read either. And what did I say about worrying? You aren’t supposed to, I’m fine. Really, I’m not much to worry about. This won’t ever be a book, it’s a journal. I answer just about anything, but I’ll keep my identity a secret. With that in mind, tell me more in the next entry my reader.

-The Author-

I know I’m a couple days late now. Please excuse me; I’ve not been home. Mom’s birthday is in 4 days so I have to be ready for anything. She also grounded me from anything. I finally got my stuff back and I’m happy to have it back. I didn’t write for some reasons. I mean it’s not every day you get everyone pushing down on you to fix all their dumb problems. I’ve been in the middle of a mental breakdown for the past 4 days. Momma got mad at me again, but luckily nothing happened this time. I managed to get away before it got too ugly. The last bruise is still healing, it’s finally yellow. I told my “friends” at school that I just tripped over the doorway and smacked the wall. Of course, like always, they believed me. I didn’t expect any less. Well yeah, maybe you did. They’re more concerned with their boyfriends/girlfriends and their lives to even bother with mine. But that’s okay, I don’t mind it much. That’s how it’s always been. Of course, my two friends at school are at a head-to-head fight. One broke the other’s heart and now she’s rubbing it in his face. I sit with her at lunch, and I honestly am pissed at her. She was talking about making him spiteful, and I’m starting to wonder why I sit with her and her friends. If she’s going to do that, then I don’t want to be friends with her. It’s just too low. I’ve been thinking about sitting alone at lunch again, maybe then I wouldn’t have to deal with so much s**t. Once again, pardon my language. I can’t help it. I’m so stressed now that I don’t want to deal with anyone. Surely, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I could be doing anything else, I’m pretty sure my “online” friends miss me so much. But I figured I’d update this since I know everyone is waiting on the edge of their seats waiting for it. So, pretty much it’s the only reason I’m writing. Well that and the fact I can’t get this song out of my head. I’m almost tempted to lock myself in my room and watch Disney movies. ‘Belle’ is the song I’m listening to. ‘Beauty and the Beast’, has to be one of the best Disney movies, in my opinion of course. And of course for all the ones who really do know me, you know I’m singing along to Belle’s parts. I’m waiting for someone to tell me to shut up. Ha-ha. I guess they aren’t in there. It is quite late and mom probably already left for the bar. Dad’s never home so I don’t even have to worry about him. Though when he does come home it gets even nastier than before; he and mom go at it all night. Which means, I never get any sleep when he’s here or whenever he’s about to leave. Those are the worst times.  Right, so I’m rambling again. Hell, I don’t know what to tell you guys.  It’s too quiet in this house, with the exception of my music. And my voice, singing. I guess I’m alright at that. Unlike everything else in their eyes, I actually try to do this well. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow. I don’t want to sit and listen to crap that’s none of my business. Do you know what I mean? Surely you’ve seen things like this before, where everyone fights. And I’m sick of pre-calculus. All it is, useless knowledge, but I have to take the class. Well at least some classes aren’t as useless though. ¿Hoy es mañana? Mañana es martes. Yeah, I know Spanish. Don’t judge at the little bit I know, I’m learning. By the way, for all of you who don’t know what that means, it’s “What is tomorrow? Tomorrow is Tuesday.” Simple, I know. But can you blame someone who just now started learning to know more than a little. Do you speak any other languages other than English? I know a little Spanish, and also a little German. But I know I’m probably boring you with talk about school. Ha-ha. I’m boring myself with this talk. I think my book is finally calling to me. Tamora Pierce, “Trickster’s Choice” is the book I’m reading. It’s quite the nerve catcher, and it grabs you so well. I’ll probably have it done within the next 2 days if I read it like I have been. I, personally, think I read too much and most people agree. I mean surely not every freshman in high-school reads 64 books in one school-year. I’m a senior now, but I know my reading has gone down. I wish I had enough time to read what I want, when I want. Ugh, once again. I need to stop this rambling. Uh-oh, I have to go now. I just heard the front door open. And I can hear screaming. Looks like dad found mom and dragged her home. I’ll try and write more in this tomorrow! No promises though and remember. I won't tell you my name. Night!

Author's Note

I think this one rambles on so much. . Haha, tends to happen when I don't write this kinda stuff tho.

Reviews

[Patrick Dunne]

As usual, your mad ramblings do not disappoint :) The simple style really works to draw the readers in. Keep adding entries, I'm on edge until next time :))