Dear Journal,
Well it's just another day here. I woke up to my older brother Billy kicking me in the stomach. " Get up you good for nothing freak", he had said. I wish i could retaliate but Billy is 17 and I'm only 12. When this stuff first started happening I stood up for myself, not anymore. If I was to try and do something back, it would only end bad for me.
Now that Mum has gone to heaven to be with the angels, Billy seems to hate everything about me that she used to praise. She always said that I was such a good boy and how bright I was. I miss her comforting smile.
Billy and I were close, but that was before. Before Dad drank too much and started hitting us. Before Billy started being terrible to me because Dad is terrible to him. Before Mum left us to go be with the angels. Why did she go? Didn't she love us? She said she did.
Dad didn't even go to work today, he was passed out on the couch all day. I miss doing stuff with him and Mum but now I only have myself. Billy told me today that Dad is gonna get fired. He wont be able to pay for us to have food and rent so Billy has to go work in the city and they are sending me off to that prep School that Auntie Jen offered to pay for. I don't want to go.
I have all this anger building up inside me, it's so foreign and strange to me. I don't know how to handle this rage. This must be how Dad and Billy feel when they hit me. But I don't have someone to beat up on so I just have to keep all my frustrations inside of my own head.
I'm not the same anymore. I'm never happy. Just angry. Sometimes the rage consumes me and i can't help but to tremble all over. But I hear dad starting to yell so I better be on my way.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Green Jolly Rancher
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hogemark,
I am writing to inform you of your youngest son's behavior in school. As you know, Daniel is a very well mannered young man, but in the presence of his friend, Glen R., he seems to loose all of his manners.
Daniel has stopped doing his homework in my class on account of finding no difference in his grades weather he tries or not.
Daniel and Glen have been causing a lot of trouble at school. Knowing they both come from respectable families leads me to wonder where these behaviors are coming from. But never mind that, the purpose of this letter is to inform you of Daniel and Glens most recent uprising.
On Tuesday, the cooks served beef stew for hot lunch. The boys took their full soup bowls to the stop of the stairwell. When their peers walked beneath the balcony, the boys proceeded to dump the contents of their bowls over the edge. During this process they were making very inappropriate vomiting noises.
This kind of behavior is not acceptable at this school. As a math teacher here, I ask you to please speak to your son about his misbehaving.
On a more personal note, I ask that you please consider putting an end to Daniel's relationship with my niece Kristi. I do not wish to see her affected by Daniel's poor decision making and bad behavior.
Thank you for your time
Mr. Richard Willems
I am writing to inform you of your youngest son's behavior in school. As you know, Daniel is a very well mannered young man, but in the presence of his friend, Glen R., he seems to loose all of his manners.
Daniel has stopped doing his homework in my class on account of finding no difference in his grades weather he tries or not.
Daniel and Glen have been causing a lot of trouble at school. Knowing they both come from respectable families leads me to wonder where these behaviors are coming from. But never mind that, the purpose of this letter is to inform you of Daniel and Glens most recent uprising.
On Tuesday, the cooks served beef stew for hot lunch. The boys took their full soup bowls to the stop of the stairwell. When their peers walked beneath the balcony, the boys proceeded to dump the contents of their bowls over the edge. During this process they were making very inappropriate vomiting noises.
This kind of behavior is not acceptable at this school. As a math teacher here, I ask you to please speak to your son about his misbehaving.
On a more personal note, I ask that you please consider putting an end to Daniel's relationship with my niece Kristi. I do not wish to see her affected by Daniel's poor decision making and bad behavior.
Thank you for your time
Mr. Richard Willems
Thursday, February 2, 2012
LOTF: girl version
Panting and speechless, Rhonda turned around with a sinking feeling in her chest. She knew that there was no use in starting the fire, trying to get the ship's attention. It was most likely long gone by now. After the initial shock of this realization wore off, Rhonda got angry. She turned to see Patti, Marti , and Sylvia staring at her in the same disbelieving state she had just exited.
Coming up the mountain was Jannelle and her followers. They had the woven baskets held high upon there heads, each was filled with the pinks skin of the fruit from the tall trees that had been haunting them for days.
Jannelle and her girls all started speaking at once when they saw the others.
"We did it!"
"It really wasn't that hard at all!"
"You guys missed all the fun!"
But after seeing the cold look on the other parties faces their words slowed and became inaudible.
"You stupid witch. Your job was to watch the fire. Why do you think I gave you that job huh? It;s because you're clearly too useless to do anything else! Congratulations! You've managed to ruin your one task, and for what? Fruit?!? WE ALREADY HAVE FRUIT YOU MORON! What is so special about this kind huh? Your the reason we're still here!" screamed Rhonda.
Shocked Jannelle tried to piece together what had triggered this tirade. So what the fire went out? they could just start it again.
But before she could begin to question the attack Rhonda had calmed down enough to speak once more " A ship came by. We didn't have smoke so they didn't see us."
Although she wasn't yelling her anger was still written all over her face. When Jannelle heard this she couldn't possibly own up to this as her fault so she turned on Patti.
"It's not my fault! If that fat cow didn't eat so much we wouldn't have had to go get more fruit! Why don't we just kill her and save us from any possible problems in the future?"
She moved towards Patti like an animal stalking her pray. She circled her and continued with a stream of insults, clearly meaning to make every one's anger settle on the weakest of the group.
Coming up the mountain was Jannelle and her followers. They had the woven baskets held high upon there heads, each was filled with the pinks skin of the fruit from the tall trees that had been haunting them for days.
Jannelle and her girls all started speaking at once when they saw the others.
"We did it!"
"It really wasn't that hard at all!"
"You guys missed all the fun!"
But after seeing the cold look on the other parties faces their words slowed and became inaudible.
"You stupid witch. Your job was to watch the fire. Why do you think I gave you that job huh? It;s because you're clearly too useless to do anything else! Congratulations! You've managed to ruin your one task, and for what? Fruit?!? WE ALREADY HAVE FRUIT YOU MORON! What is so special about this kind huh? Your the reason we're still here!" screamed Rhonda.
Shocked Jannelle tried to piece together what had triggered this tirade. So what the fire went out? they could just start it again.
But before she could begin to question the attack Rhonda had calmed down enough to speak once more " A ship came by. We didn't have smoke so they didn't see us."
Although she wasn't yelling her anger was still written all over her face. When Jannelle heard this she couldn't possibly own up to this as her fault so she turned on Patti.
"It's not my fault! If that fat cow didn't eat so much we wouldn't have had to go get more fruit! Why don't we just kill her and save us from any possible problems in the future?"
She moved towards Patti like an animal stalking her pray. She circled her and continued with a stream of insults, clearly meaning to make every one's anger settle on the weakest of the group.
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