Entry One

June,14,2009
    Dear Diary,
I remember the last words that I had ever said to my father.
    “I hate you! Stay out of my life!”
    Those words…I wish I could just take them back. I didn’t really mean them at all. I think every teenager in the world has said them to their parents at least once in their lives. But unlike me, they have a chance to take them back. A chance to set things right.
    Maybe writing this down will help me, maybe not; but I’m going to give it a shot anyways.
    It was maybe two weeks ago. May 31, 2009: It’s rainy, and not the light misty sort of rain. The heavy down pour that has the little woodland creatures hiding in their bushes, that keeps little kids inside wishing that Dr.Suess’s The Cat in the Hat was real. The kind of rain that makes all drivers pull over and wait for it to slow down just enough for them to see.   
    Yet, here I was sitting on the soaked ground in front of my house. The thunder and lighting had no effect on me; to be honest I found them quite relaxing. The way the rain hits the creek at the bottom of the hill is very beautiful. It reminds me of the way dancers gracefully dance across stage, the way I would still be dancing across the stage if I hadn’t lost my scholarship. I could feel the tear swelling up around the rims of my eyes, and very slowly one by one they begin to fall. They seemed to be in tune with the rain picking up pace coming  down just as hard and just as fast. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make them stop now.     
    I looked up at the footsteps I heard approaching behind me, it was my dad. He didn’t have to say a word his eyes said everything. There was no way I was going to get my scholarship back; I just began to sob though you still couldn’t tell the difference between my tears and the rain.
    “Dad?” I remember asking as soon as I was able to catch my breath. “How could they do this to me?”
    “I don’t know sweetie,” he said sitting beside me not caring that the ground was wet. “I just don’t know.”
    I leaned into his embrace. I used to think there was nothing in the world that could make me hate my dad, he was the strongest man I knew. His hugs made everything seem to disappear, his strong arms made me feel as if nothing could get to me. He seemed indestructible. Boy was I wrong about that.
    “Kelsey would it be okay if we get you inside?” dad said letting go of my shoulder and standing up. He extended his hand out for me to grab, I reached for it and he helped pull me up. The rain started to slow down to nothing more than a light mist. “We don’t want you getting sick now do we?”
    I couldn’t help but smile. “No, I guess not.”
    As soon as we stepped inside I was engulfed in the heat that the fire place provided. The house smelled of cinnamon from all the candles mom had lit up because of the power outage that the storm had caused. Moms face looked radiant in the light provided by the fire. The way the flames would cast shadows that seemed to dance around her face, it seemed that everything was reminding me of how my life was ruined. I could feel the tears starting up again.
    “I think I am just going to head to sleep.” I said.
    Moms face twisted in concern. “Honey, you haven’t eaten anything and the roast that I have been working on all day is almost finished. Won’t you please just eat?”
    “Mom, how in the world did you make a roast? We don’t even have power.”
    A very small smile flashed across my mothers face. “Your grandmother taught me how to cook over a fire, just in case of situations like this. I used to think it was stupid, but it did come in handy today.”
    “I guess it did.” I tried my very best to smile at her in return. “But really I don’t want anything. Rain makes me tired; I just want to get into some dry clothes and go to sleep.” I walked over to my parents and kissed them both on the cheek. “Goodnight.”
    And with that I walked out of the living room into the hallway that led to my room.
    I can’t seem to finish this story. Maybe some other time, but the way my dad ruined everything. The alarm clock that is sitting on my dresser says that it is 1:45 in the morning. So I am going to go to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow morning.



Sincerely,
    Kelsey
P.S. what’s the point of signing your own diary page? Don’t you know that it is you writing?

Author's Note

Please tell me everything you find wrong with it. I want to be able to fix it as much as I can.

Reviews

[LostinKristina]

I had a dead line for these and it was when i wasn't there. haha.
so i had like a day to write all four. haha

[Taylor H.]

ill have to print this to fix some of the stuff for you but its really not bad. I really liked this. There were a few things here and there where I said: "um....no" lol but other than those few things, this was pretty good. If you relax when you write its acutally pretty good what comes out :)