Chapter One:

 

April twenty-fifth:

Well, it is my birthday today. It was okay for the most part. Once again I didn’t get any presents. I don’t really celebrate my birthday. Never have, and I don’t think I ever will. My mom says that I am not good enough for birthdays and friends. (Hence the fact that I don’t have anyone to talk to and that I am writing in a ratty, torn up notebook. Ha-ha...depressing...) Anyways, It’s raining.  Again.  I don’t see why it must rain so much in April; then again I like the rain. Then why am I complaining? I don’t know. Huh. Oh, well I suppose. I’m going to go meet my new adoptive family today. The Johnsons. Bleh. What kind of a last name is that? The Johnsons. Anyways, they better be nice. If not, then I’m just going to end up back home with my Mother.

 

            June fourth:

I was digging through some old boxes, found my journal, and have decided to write since I haven’t in awhile. On my previous birthday I got raped by my “father. The social worker barely even left the house before he did it. All of the sudden I get dropped off at some random house, and then the social worker, Anne, introduced me to my family. Well I liked the family. I had an older brother, to which I always wanted, a little sister, and a loving mother. The dad kinda freaked me out, and well, I didn’t like him from the get go. He kept checking me out and eyeing my a*s like I’m a piece of meat. It was very awkward. Then when the mom, brother, and sister went out shopping for his birthday he raped me, so I snitched on him. Anne picked me up and dropped me off at a mental institute because I couldn’t keep my thoughts inline. I kept shaking, screaming and mumbling things to myself. I was an absolute mess. I just got out today. I found out I’m almost two months pregnant. Great, just what I needed. A baby. This isn’t going to end well.

 

            July thirteenth:

My belly is getting big. It’s getting harder to hide, but no one knows yet, and I’m going to hide it as long as possible. I’m officially failing gym. (I would have even if I wasn’t pregnant, so it’s not like I’m making anything obvious.) I don’t think it’s fair. I get pregnant when we start playing dodge ball. I wailed at someone’s head and I had to sit out the rest of the game for being “overly aggressive”. Pfft. Whatever. So maybe I broke his glasses. Big whoop. I swear he deserved it somehow. I swear my gym teacher is a pedophile. He makes the guys in my class run around shirtless with basketball shorts, and the girls in short shorts and sports bras. Man, there is something seriously wrong with him. But, whatever. My mental stability is improving. I’m still having a lot of nightmares and I still wake up crying and screaming. I’m going to go take a nap. This baby has gotten me worn out.

Author's Note

First three entries of my pregnancy journal.

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

I want to state much of what the other have already said: The imagery is captivating in its ability to paint not only scenery but also vivid feelings. The narration is rooted in how we think, rather than glorified and exaggerated. The best thing is that the speaker shows us a true sense of inner self, which often gets lost in first person pieces.. even when its non-fiction. Being able to elaborate on the details is something that never comes easy, but you seem to have a firm grasp on. Overall the whole set is vivid, captivating, and striking in its abrasive nature.

[Eagle Cruagh]

You asked for it !

The conversational style is nice.

Some of us sit far back from our computer screen
for various reasons, so a larger font would be nice.
The spacing is perfect.

The story is very believable. The story is obviously
well written because it is so believable.

Characters: Expand on the family. Where is your
biologcal father ? Was the rapist imprisoned ?'
Build up the characters.

The setting: Where all of this took place could
have an influence. Expand on setting.

Point of view: You seem to assume that all readers
will have the same point of view. That may not
be true.

Development: This story develops along conventional
lines and it progresses to a sound conclusion.

Pacing: The story develops rapidly and the reader
is drawn in fast.

Mechancs: The flow of this story is beautiful.

Rate----- 100 %

----- Eagle Cruagh

[Stacey Watts]

It is always fascinating to view into some one elses life. This was very well written and expressed very well. You are very talented and your words shine through.

[Sexy P3nguin]

This is truely amazing. I love the way you wrote it. You are really amazing writer and I cnt wait to read more from you.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Mimi,

Well, this proves you can write prose as well as you write poetry. Very nicely done. The writing is open and honest. It is very believable and you take the reader inside your head. Keep going. You doing well at this.

Best regards,

Rick

[Jason]

Wow....powerful and truthful. Your entries, and writing obviously comes from deep within.....full of a strong point of view and touchy subject, but pulled off to perfection. For what its worth, this is brilliant...

[Kyle]

OMG The imagery of this story is powerful. Even though the tale is sad the work is beautiful