We were all supposed to be sent home today for some holiday. I told Ms. Holi I didn't want to go home. She asked me if everything was alright at home. I told her no. She sent me to the bus....
At home the first thing my father did when he saw me was throw a beer bottle at my head. Maybe it was a murder attempt, finally trying to get rid of me for once. Honestly if I was my own parent I would probably want to murder myself. Nonetheless maybe he thought I was a horrible monster who was trying to attack him. Who knows?
Jennifer said Ink spilled in the sky today.
The dark stormy kind.
The kind that rumbles with the moving mountains,
the kind that the birds run from
the kind children shutter from
the kind people dance under
the kind that people gather from
the kind that people frown at
the kind that people run from
the kind that people run to,
chasing the rolling rivers
swimming to the small sea's
wading in the waterfalls
running together
swimming together
chasing together
wading together
being together
Guess who got and A+ on that?! Jeniffer. :(. Not me. although next year when I'm at a new school I'll pretend I wrote it and than I'll get an A+. What a surprise to my parents when I arrive home with an envelope containing an A+ next to English and some sweet note my English teacher wrote me. If only I could write like jennifer or be good at math like lewis. If only I had something. But instead...me is all I've got.
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Diary's of Isabel Christie Wick
Narrativa generaleIsabel Christie Wick is fourteen year old living in a boarding school afraid to go home for she is scared of what she might find.
